Perspective

I asked the small children on the ground, “What is life?” “Life means playing” they shouted together with a loud sound. Then I asked the lonely tree that stood by the roadside giving shade, “What is life?” “Life means bearing fruits” it said. I asked the little bird in the cage, “What is life?” “Life lies in freedom” it chirped in rage. I went ahead and asked the expecting mother, “What is life?” “Life is my baby” was her quick answer. I walked and found an artist painting something, I asked him too, “Life is a picture filled with beautiful colours!” he exclaimed. Then I met a poor and hardworking farmer, I asked him for what life meant to him, He softly uttered, “Life is a shower of rain which grows grain.” I asked a girl singing and dancing around, “What is life?” “Life is set of melodious tunes”, she sang and expressed. I asked the rich businessman, “What is life?” “Life is all about making profits and increasing bank account,” he sternly affirmed. The last person I met was a wise teacher, I asked him for his definition of life, “Life is spreading knowledge,” he conveyed. Taking all these answers I went back home, “Life means different for everyone” my mind reflected. I wanted to know what life meant to me, “Life is a collection of milestones- both of victory and defeat ; one brings happiness and the other gives us strength to work hard”, my heart replied.