this life of mine....just like trees
with happy moments falling like dead leaves
with problems like roots.... branching out
when i get cut down...i just scream and shout
this life of mine...there's no excuse
just lift me up..and tighten this noose..
let me go.....i know what god meant
i was just his mess...an accident
this life of mine....a big question mark
with even the sun outside my window dark
the shadows...my own..chasing me
i can't even run..it's dark...i cannot see
this life of mine....it's just a joke..
an experiment that god loves to poke..
but why blame god...it's always my fault..
knocking furiously...my happiness locked in a vault..
this life of mine....well...it's no life..
if there's no joy...only struggle and strife
envying everyone who smile everyday..
wishing that a fraction of it comes my way..
this life of mine....just like trees..
now I'm cut into logs....piece by piece..
burn me...throw me into the fireplace and see..
my life...in thick black smoke...going out the chimney...
Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali
this life of mine....it's just a joke..love the repetation of this line and its making the poem very charming and melodious... you added more poems... well don i will be happy when my dear friend never forget to add new poem each day... respect your long commments... you are really kind and good 10 +++++++
this life of mine....well...it's no life.. if there's no joy...only struggle and strife and i always thought life is all about struggles and strives.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the shadows...my own..chasing me i can't even run..it's dark...i cannot see nicely a philosophy made in words