Treasure Island

Rosmin Elsa Mohan

(21st December / New Delhi)

It’s Life Indeed


What's life if you get all that you desire?
What's life if it’s always just fun?
You need to but walk on a bed of thorns
And get but burnt under the scorching sun

What's life if there’s all u love?
What if you live only to receive?
You need to be alone too at times
And cry till it’s hard to believe

What’s life if you always succeed?
Always to reap and never to sow,
What’s life without arguments freed?
Catalyzing emotions to breed and grow

What’s life without a life to need?
What’s life without a life to be?
What's life without an eye to see?
Its Life and Life and Life
Indeed!

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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Life goes on!

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