The Big Question. - Poem by shylesh Patwardhan
People say life is beautiful,
Few people say life is miserable.
Which one is right or wrong
That’s the big question.
Walking in a lane
I saw a huge gathering
I could feel the fragrance of incense sticks
It was a funeral procession
I carried along
I saw another huge gathering
I could feel the same fragrance
It was a marriage procession
I felt the fragrance remains the same
Is this good or bad is the big question.
Just like the incense sticks emits fragrance
irrespective of occasion life goes on and on.
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