Life Is Knife
Life brings knife to our dreams
Injecting us with pains and dooms
For in it resides sorrows
Enclosing us in death rows.
In sadness we curse the day thou came our ways
O! Life! Why art thou so cruel?
In pains we announce the departure of our wards
O! Life why art thou so cruel?
In tears we bury innocent babies
Stinging death like venom of bees
O! Life why art thou so cruel?
How do we narrate the story of the wretched grey hair
Our old die out of a heavy heart
Thou knocked down the poor orphan
Now oppressed by the rich man
In tears he bemoans his existence
For life has stabbed him with knife
In depression we gnash our teeth
Consistently confronted, with a struggle,
Oceans of tear, simultaneously juggle.
Though it's short, some live it like no other.
For some it's short but they never bother.
Like everything else, it will end
and we all shall one day say goodbye.
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