“Thought of writing a Poem”
Tonight I thought of writing a Poem,
It was a strange feeling with an admixture of happiness & pain.
I stepped out to look at the stars in the sky,
To my utter surprise it appeared to be shallow & dry.
Then I turned my eyes into the field,
Full of grasses beautiful & green.
The lush green grasses wanted to speak,
Their pain, their suffering, their agony & grief.
They get tormented every day,
And fear that they will wither away.
Then I saw a fragile old man,
Sitting alone in the winter night.
There was no one to take care of him and pity his miserable plight.
Suddenly I could feel tears in my eyes,
For existence we all have to pay a heavy price.
All these experiences made me realize,
Life is nothing but a myth & sheer surprise.
Tonight I sensed the meaning of life,
It’s nothing but a blend of adjustments and sacrifice.
Life is one not two and three,
Live it with joy and cheerful spree.
My strange thought of writing a poem,
Tought me the real essence of life and was not vague and vain
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