Life! 
Nothing but a walking shadow 
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows 
Pains like a needle in wounds
And non soothing like sounds of no consolation
What is pain other than our lives
What is wound rather than the tears we shed 
We may live like this for long 
But There's a pause called victory
Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland 
Hunger from satisfaction 
Fruitful from barren
Lack from surplus
A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire 

Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces
It takes trillion years to understand the prelude 
Another billion years to comprehend the interlude 
Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind
Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life
Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny?
Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects?
The things we shall never know that is within us 
Our strengths and weaknesses
Our ups and downs 
Our victories and failures
Our inabilities and abilities
Our losts and profits
Our tears and laughter 
Our frown and smiles
Even actions and things we portray 
we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation 
Success may be a Greek gift 
Flaws we never create
Dreams we never create 
Still revolve around us 
Like we are casts in a movie 
And the script already written
Ours is to act 
'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy' 
Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney
Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons
But if we try to live other than it
that's treason 
That's why people suffer
others feasting 




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