Life Is A Mixed Bag Of Luck Poem by mamutty CHOLA

Those who love and be loved
Only assert their claim on each other

Our tears are language of our silence
Which express self both in sadness and happiness

Those who kept pace with time
Found happiness as companion

Never narrate your miseries to others
The world praises only rising sun

Who has time to listen to your miseries
When the world itself is in the grip of sadness

Life means fun, celebration and joy
Whoever understood, could enjoy life

I still remember that tree which would give us shelter
I was told time has absorbed the tree in its existence

There lies buried unfilled desires, hopes and aspirations
Of unknown humanity deep down in the volcano of time; gone by

On canvas of time, leave your mark for posterity
If you wish to attain immortliy even after you are gone

Joy and sorrow, success and defesat, fame and infamy
All are transient in life like your sojourn on mother earth
By Mamutty chola