What Life Hath Given And Taken From Me Poem by Benedict Shinsange

How plendrous and prosperous life is when given a piece of heaven,
A fervent spirit and a vivacious soul,
A love that exceeds all bounds,
And a love that can consume one's spirit as well.
How beautiful and tranquil life is as it hath given thee unto me.

How grotesque and grim life is when it hath taken away all what it has given
Joy, beauty and glory in one's languid eyes no more,
But all that remains is a heart like an empty void and a scornful face.

How sadistic of life to leave no remedies to the pain and sorrows that it hath caused.
How unrelenting of life to give not comfort to the anguish, torment and grieve that it left in one's heart.

My heart bleeds with intense agony,
and my face lushes with sadness,
and my eyes cries a river like the Nile.
All the fruits of life hath vanished before me,
And my life hath became bitter,
All because life hath given and taken thee from me.