Is the story of lion king
is it something new
no, not at all
the stories are same
the philosophy age old
continuing forever
without any change
This is what is called life
The guest visited my garden
a predator at heart
ate the pet of my life
yet what sorrow shall be expressed
such is dilemma of life
is this what is called life ?
the day
a new seed came
grew into a beautiful sprout
into a small pot
with lavish green
shining under sky
wishing to live its youthful life
the leaves green gleaming under the sky
with sunlight sparkling the water falling over anytime
this is the youthful life
Living the dilemmas of life
the day I was born
fated one day I will die
perish and mix with soil
The days are fixed
the seasons counted
but how should I live
isn’t fated or pre-described
its simply a matter of choice
sometimes I stitch and sometimes I hold
playing the kite of life
flying with sky
this is simply the cycle of life….
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Fantastic ending and a journey well written thank you for your unique expression!
Thanks dear Dan
Much appreciated
Good write S.
Thanks orchi
Life, comparable to riding upon a leaf atop a gentle stream current. How could the weather become such a threat to this bliss. On which day will the storm ride in from the ocean? Should we worry.... or enjoy the blissful ride.
That’s a question you raised for me
Nothing is bliss
Yet everything is bliss
Maybe it’s perception on what is bliss
Yes dear spills - You cornered the truth about us all being fated and meanwhile may our choices be mixed with endurance and hope that life in 2022 throws better deals.
I really hope so dear Fay
I wish the year doesn’t take toll over me
And I am able to stand on my own
I like this poem very much. It is very true.
Thanks a lot dear Rozina
That cycle of life can give us so very much to be grateful for spilleronsheet, enjoy every moment of it.
Andy
I will try my best, and will enjoy every moment as if it maybe the last moments on revolving on earth
Thanks dear Andy
Sure it is..nice definition presented...but may be that's the beauty of 'life'...
Thanks dear reader
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