Life

My first poem on this blog. You can find some older ones here.


It is a war we come to fight
Some of us call it life
In it some get off light
Some face a deadening strife

Yet we want to live it all
Not leave it midway through
Sometimes we rise, at times we fall
It tiltillates us like a shrew.

It is fun at times to fight this war
Till we reach its sudden end
To live it well we hold no bar
Let's enjoy this God-send

War they say has no winners
In this case it isnt so
Here all win all become stars
Every dog has his day before we go.

4 comments:

Debayan said...

You can do better :P

T. Mukherjee said...

The poem is really nice. But, its interpretation can vary with readers. What war are you exactly talking about?

sharaya said...

The last 4 lines uplifted the quality..I reckon..

abthefire said...

i personally think, you should stick to prose...the thoughts were nice though it seemed you had made a big effort to make rhyme.

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