If Life Were Born Laughing Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A newly born begins life with a cry,
And keeps crying, lamenting all her life,
And lo, crying has been her way well nigh,
For sure her life sinks further, rife with strife.
A little harsher get times and tears swell
From eyes, a little pain and she sheds tears,
Small illness and Death as if rings door bell,
And she starts counting her life's rest of years.
Smile has deserted her lament-full life,
Bearing a load of sorrows on her head,
She has pain to share with all, share her strife,
Sorry thoughts always share her sickly bed.

What if babes were born with a laugh instead?
For, not cry, laugh seems a fair breathing aid.
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Sonnets | 12.07.18 |