Life is a monotonous, yes, long dead journey
Hallucination hangs on but the destiny just rolls
And the glory of time begins, upon terminating
The story of life, when its uncertainty is sucked
By the parched lip of the barren futures drought
In this satisfactory bubble of lusterless crowds
Life marches ahead, leaving happiness behind
As love soars in the heart to the land of disgust
Leaving behind all the memories of good times
Shared with the great pals and their angelic cries
And still the laugher echoes but prematurely it dies
So my friend this is the story of life, it is nothing
Yes, it is nothing; it is the harbinger of eternal strife
For it never gives us what we want in this brief ride
Rather it snatches the thing that is precious to us
So life, you are a beggar. Yes, you are born to beg
And most of the times you are the thief, a mere cheat,
That steals even the beat of our pulse. I hate you, life
You are not what you used to be when I was young.
How foolish I were to sow the seed of life and watch it
Thrust through the soil, venom filled thorny cactus rose



Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya