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.
Copyright © Ayomikun Crown | Year Posted 2010
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