It Is Life Poem by Anish mutum

Full of cares, full of tensions,

Naught ‘tis but only life.

Full of sweet scents, full of cool sounds,

‘Tis life.



‘Tis like a garden

Full of captivating flowers with

Couples of birds singing harmoniously,

Besides, thousands of bees working hard.



Naught ‘tis but a war of pre-eminence

The world is the combat zone; temptations, the opponents;

We, the soldiers; actions, the armaments;

Hell and heaven the conclusion



Naught but a tedious journey ‘tis

For the idlest.

Naught but a peaceful lake ‘tis

For the ablest.