I always wonder what the life of this Life is
Some may say its being good and true to life.
Other may ague there is nothing called ‘Bad’
For a few, life is gift for others it is a curse.
Common man says he isn’t blessed with wealth
Affluent says he is not blessed with time to enjoy.
Unemployed says he has no luck to get a job
Employed says he is not paid worth to his work.
Black, who suffers humiliation aspires colour
White struggles to maintain the cost of cosmetics.
Terrorist blames the culture of moderate
Moderate struggles to keep pace with the terror.
He utters, his life is ruined after he got married
She says, she lost all freedom after tying the knot.
Child cries, it isn’t blessed with good parents
Senior citizens wobble for not getting enough care.
Society cries that its morals are getting abandoned
Sects are furious that they cannot tolerate traditions.
Torn into hundreds of factions of different beliefs
Most of us have left behind the concept of Life.
Still there is a beautiful truth behind all these juggling
Only a few sit to think for a while as to why we are living.
Some one said, ‘Life’ is to live with a balance of mind
But how, everyone looks everywhere but not within.
Whether it’s problem or pleasure, nothing to be kept
Beyond the tolerable limit of the individual concerned.
Limit may vary from person to person, mind to mind
But the concept of balance remains the same to all.
Life of Life is, every day’s struggle, errs, tears, failure
It is, achievements, appreciations, amusements
Don’t try to find it in the outer space or archives
It’s within one self to feel the balance of his own self.
-vidi-
01-02-08
i feel not being content as a good sign...even in materials we search for ourselves...becoming content is as good as dead..so life's life has to go on
life is to be lived to the full..taken lightly, it is a comedy..taken seriously it is a tragedy...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the last stanza most.10++