Life Is A Test Poem by Tahir Ibn Manzoor

What life actually is? Is it a joy in suffering or a test through the pain which some might have - as the happy ending and for some it might not? This remains the question God has the final answer.


The cradle was the place of paradise for me, and from the crawling to walking on my own legs worldly matters filled it with filth.


The bridge of deeds from birth to death makes a way for the paradise or hell, life and death is untimely bell.


Sometimes I lived my in embers and in the state of Joy - the clumsy I was - the addictive I was - death is any time gift to all. It's the destiny I too believe in like all.


One day I shall die, bidding a goodbye to this worldly joy I am living with. The fight is on between the Life & Death.


When I will die they shall wrap me in a shroud - put me in a coffin and I will be on their shoulders for the final JOURNEY; that's a graveyard which seemingly is eternal.

[The author is a student of Convergent Journalism at Central University of Kashmir. He tweets at @TahirIbnManzoor, blogs at http: //www.TahirIbnManzoor.Wordpress.Com]