Life O Life

I wish to write about what life does mean to me Such is for me, a task not so easy For Life, O Life, does be for me a very school of philosophy See you, I see it not as being worthy of being given any meaning! Yes, life is so strange, its ways, itself, life is but a mystery Why, life does take birth, out of love, out of compulsion Out of obligation, sometimes even without asking for permission But life does end in a way oh so sudden, sometimes without even any predicting! Life is supposed to be a blessing Indeed such is what is considered by many Yes, life is also a pain, a misery See you those starving, those homeless, those dying! Even those who did get a good birth, do get old Do get diseased, some experiencing even the incurable Some do live in emotional pain, experiencing it in manifold Some of them never even do get to see life as being enjoyable! Life, I believe is a prison A prison for those fallen Fallen from the Holy Garden That known as the Eternal Eden We do come here to serve a sentence See you, Fate and Karma, in coalition, do lead the dance If we do be good, following meekly the merciful rules Why, we are sure to enjoy, someday, from this world, a final deliverance Should we rebel, should we be religiously illegal Why, we shall again suffer a fall Again and again, with our past deciding on our future Again and again, being propelled here in this world, oh so sour! Yes, such is what I believe is the meaning of life Apart from this, I see nothing else Apart from this, I see no clarification that can I give to it Indeed, apart from this, I would see life as being a mere accident of merging atomic cells!