LIFE

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