Is Life A Game Or A Well To Jump Over? Poem by Ramesh T A

When the whole world suffers due to Earthquake, floods and landslides,
I sit in the veranda square to see sky, cluster of trees and vehicles;
It makes me forget mind-blogging matters of life in an outgoing way;
Suddenly I see a cute little squirrel coming down from terrace to balcony!

A miniature soul so to say engaged with life work of seeking food like all
Other squirrels, crows and parrots fly long to see some prey to feed themselves;
Just a finger size little squirrel often seen coming and going so to survive,
Its life is a great wonder to see and feel joyful as it can live so sans woes!

Survival this cute creature takes as a regular play and taking a little food, lives;
It never bothers about anything and sees all as a wonder as all are new to it;
It becomes a regular work from the tiny age of life on to its full life to a completion;
By fortune or fate, this creature lives as it plays hide and seek game for entire life!

For the sportive heart, all things are a game to play in this world of chances;
But for the thoughtful and feeling ones, this world is a great well to jump over!