September 29, 2005

The Saga Of Life

My attempt at a doggerel -

As I stretch myself in this cosy chair,
I can feel the morning at me stare,
As I fake to fixate and not give a care,
I can hear the hollow wind's blare,
As I close my eyes the cold night gives me a scare,
I ask myself 'Is Life Fair ?'

Life's a march from cradle to grave,
And behold! you will wave,
You fight for your place under the Sun,
One day you get all the burn,
Surrounded by loved ones you always want,
One day they proceed for a forever jaunt,
Youth and wealth you brag about,
One day they slyly leave you without a doubt.

Life is a march from cradle to grave,
And sweetheart you have to be brave,
Life is a bless, it's not a mess,
So shake up and feel the wind caress,
Wake up to the Sun's warm,
And see the rain in the green farm,
See joy in misery and beauty in pain,
Happy be always and never complain!

4 comments:

Nishit said...

applauds!!! long time back you said..

"I'm no bard..."

but my dear aunt indeed you are...

Anonymous said...

Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further everyday
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else

-volt face

Eliza said...

Keep tha in mind,
I designed this rhyme,
To explain in due time -
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Anonymous said...

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