life is a bird with broken wings
that cannot fly into the sky
life is a barren land
where men float
their boat in flooded
tears of grief
life is a grave yard
where expensive treasures lie
life is foolishness
where sold destinies
are bought for peanuts
life is a broken glass cup
dumped in the trash heap
life is death
where men's heads meet.
Gratitude Robert. . I'll check it out... I'm humbled.
Gratitude Dr. Tony Brahmin. I'm humbled to thee. Thanks for the read and comment.
pessimistic note shall not be for ever. life is to be lived. and as you try it there are treasures hidden in it. thank you dear poet for beautiful expressions and comparisons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, life may sound fine and lovely but ultimately signifies nothing - vanity upon vanity. An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing.