Life is a garland of roses
Life is a wreath of thorns
Life takes on variegated poses
Life is a bull’s sharp horns.
Life is the glow of love-light
Life is the death of sorrow
Life is dispelling the darkness of night
Life is a wait for tomorrow.
Life is the lash of a whip
Life is the antics of a clown
Life is the sway of a hip
Life is the intensity of a frown.
Life is the sacrifice of a wife
Life is the come-hither look of a girl
Life is that in which pain is rife
Or it’s the beauty of a pearl.
So, what is LIFE
Which is piercing as a knife
Is full of envy and strife
Is possessed by the living, discarded by the dead
What is the concept you have in your head ?????
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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life is these words of your poetry
touching so many, and you
asking for nothing, in return
dear poet
the only thing i seek is that like minded people read and enjoy it, and if it makes someone happy, i am glad
The beauty of life is that it can be all these things you've presented. It's always changing and never still. Amazing.
yes, life is ever changing - never still, and each day is meant to be enjoyed to the very brim. have a good day, and wish your life is more a bed of roses, with very few minor thorns
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