Life Is A Vision Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Life is what you make of it,
Like raw clay, lithe, soft and wet
And waits your hand to play on it
With the labour of creative flight
To carve new directions
Of unparalleled notions,
To fight for new heights
Of irrefragable mights.


It's deep churning of the sprite within,
It's deep burning in the soul's kiln
For the metamorphosis of invisible kind
To surface new heavens in innermost mind.


Life is not a mendicant's pleasure,
Life is a vision, an intense self's treasure,
It's hard tilling of far-stretching horizons.


It's wild sowing one's dreams and visions
And illuming high sky with the inner-light
And walking self's path algate steadfast
To new field of an awakened soul
To devolve in pomp to experience the whole.


Life is not what others make you
Nor it is what others think you are,
Life is that what you truly are and make of it,
How deep and far, you bare your sprite.