LIFE
The joyous world, the sadness behind;
I see not though, just feel.
The dark clouds looming large;
I do not scream, but cry.
The sight of a child, sobbing for life;
I ask not though, but wonder why?
Within seconds, life turning to death;
I do not comprehend, just be shocked.
Such troublesome is life, gives utmost pain;
I remember last when a cheer came.
The increasing poverty, loss of lush;
I know not though, where heads this rush.
I believe such is life;
A virtual image, A deceptive mirage,
A smiling beggar, A crying millionaire.
And although there is pleasure for some in life,
I still see
The joyous world, the sadness behind.
AMIT RAIZADA
XII-A
SJC Allahabad
1 comment:
Beautifully verbalized. and easy for non poetic connoisseurs to find rhyming and flow in the poem!!
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