By: C.P. Singh, Literary Editor-ICN Group
Life is a boon, auspiciously provided by the nature,
It is not similar, still fixed in prudent armature.
Time granted to live here old, or even to die immature
To put best possible deeds, to please all, by our nature.
Life may be small, medium or even prolonged one,
It all depends on the nature’s will, to please none.
What so ever be the case, it is similar to none,
Only one aspect resembles, but expiry of none.
Normal life is one, which lives ideal & moderate,
Medium is that which is not ideal and iterate.
Others are not even well-versed & tilt rate,
To go away from here, and become obliterate.
Some aspects, we deem, to lead up to end,
And becoming that, we note the trend.
It’s death is a must, we presume fend,
It does occur in most of the cases, spend.
A case which they presume to succumb
And leave it for ever, after the same crumb.
If any how tolerates it and lives boom,
It is a bonus, and not a normal loom.
Life after a presumed death, is a doom,
Is a grace, and not mere extension loom.
It is snatched from the nature & it’s gloom,
It is just our thinking, that makes it bloom.
As we do not know the exact duration,
And only presume it’s end or alteration.
Life is running, terminating or at extension,
Only ideology works or any possible duration.
