What Is Life

Like a thunderbolt from mystery well With full consciousness of Nature As planned and re planned Behold! A shoot of SOMETHING Arose from the well base. The thing was woken into consciousness But hardly did it discover But guided by the Supreme Intelligence And thoughts; and experiences There arose the feeling of Being. But to what purpose does this make? I never bargained for this sojourn Neither do I not know it much I'm lost at perfect insight; Be it the past, present and future. However, I accept the reality of the frightening moments. But as I forge ahead daily, It dawns that life is only a drama of many parts. Man was born crying He lives in chains; and, dies in pains. His toils are all in vanity Sickness is the order of the day. And, penury is worst. Exploitations and vexations hover the sky Sense pleasure is the deity of the age And troubles, either bargained or not This place, truly an open oven, And a prison yard. Thus happiness is only a rare visitor in this general drama of pain. However, life is sometimes a worthy challenge It is a school to learn and unlearn Is a student ever comfortable? But he faces opportunities And in the exercise of freewill Make bold to say at epitaph It was a worthy challenge.