We still live

Wishes get wilted but we still live, In love getting jilted we still live. Excuse nor alibi need be there, Ahead, by life goaded we still live. In face of cooling ash of the dead, Even on a deathbed we still live. Good and bad happening all along, Forgetting all the bad we still live. Spikes prick plucking the fruits, pruning plants, But fruits of labour-led we still live. If just for the firewood of own pyre, Leading life death-dreaded we still live. Life is lent to find life’s why and what, If not that, just for bread we still live. _____________________ Ghazal |18.12.2022| life, leaving Poet’s note: Once a person crosses the mark of 80, he tends to ponder a lot on life and death. This Ghazal, set in anapaest meter, was born of such stirrings.