Gifts Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Human life relies upon
Our beholding it:
To stay like a stone,
Or to relish its beat.

It fosters its own music,
It possesses its own hue,
Depending on the trade's trick;
Learn how to live true.

If we've transparent minds,
Other things too will be so;
To sever the complex binds,
At first, let's have a go.

Everything gifts us a lesson;
These gifts are priceless;
We all should them beckon,
Though, they may seem heartless.