The meaning of life always intrigues me,
Each and everyday, I wonder how
Life can be such a difficult thing
To understand to the brim.
Since the birth of this noble planet earth,
Many wise men have tried to explain it,
Stretching the last nerves of their brains
Many great musicians have sung about it,
Employing the sweetest melodies
Many poets have written about it,
Using the clearest diction in their language,
But it seems, and I believe, to me,
The meaning of life isn't clear enough,
Why does the innocent continues to suffer?
Why does the pauper still goes to bed
when his intestines are crying for bread
While abundant are lying in other homes uncared?
Why does the orphan still feels he is alone
While the earth is pregnant with flesh and bones?
Oh who will tell me?
What in reality life means,
For maybe all that I have seen,
Read or heard since that day I came,
Are nothing but mere dreams and illusions.
For maybe all that I have seen, Read or heard since that day I came, Are nothing but mere dreams and illusions. Nobody knows when one thinks more than he should he ultimately arrives at the conclusion that most of the universe is unsuitable for a planet like earth and a life found on earth. He is then constrained to say our life is a bye-product created accidently. But being a believer we don't accept this theory. So it's better to think within a limited framework.
life holds many secrets which she refuses to reveal maybe we are not meant to know a well written poem enjoyed thanks for the like of my writing
Again good work. Raising a question that has such a simple answer. Well done Abekah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work, nicely done man