Story Of This Life Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Life is nothing but a silent stream
With banks of time holding its flow
Scorching summer of pain and sorrow
Makes it dry rubbing off its glow

Life is nothing but a passing cloud
With rain and thunder hidden in it
Shedding sorrow and happiness on
The horizon a sad end it does meet

Life is nothing but an empty vessel
With wind of ego it makes a sound
When full to its brim with grain of pride
It tilts and tilts and topples to the ground