The Game Called Life Poem by Sasivellat Menon

Guessing is the game we love to play,
When all our resources are lost
We think and ponder over it
Failing to reach a conclusion.
Men, the only creature with ability to think
Whom god created for the welfare of the world.
But we love to incline to our own shell
And our life has become nuclear and selfish
Will we think for a moment that
We are born in this world with empty hands
Nor we could take anything out of this world
When we go to an unknown world called Death!
Oh shame on us when we take pride in
Being the wonderful creation of God.


Copyright ©2002 Sasidharan T Vellat