Life
Life has no or little definition.
Who didn't, of different realm, state it?
Poets, philosophers, saints in their mission,
Haven't failed to prove whole of human wit?
Does one live fully and show how it is?
Do roads and routes show everyone same way?
Pilgrimage to perfection is a quiz,
All cannot tread through the hottest sun-ray...!
They say about saints and severe sages,
Hardest of all Benedictine rough monks;
Could these live with their existential ages?
Questions persist; Answers seems to get shrunk...!
Midst all fairest of all fair ambition,
Life has no or little definition.
14 May 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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