Life is meaning less
as we are born out of
lust and love combination
but having been seeded
we have to make life lovely...
pass time till the sunset of life...
what do we do but face dissatisfaction and strife
so to enable one to enjoy as hubby and wife
all we must do is to make it meaningful
Many waste all their life
hoping to find peace in salvation...
it’s just a mental amalgamation of weaker hearts...
an aberration
not to realise...
and about that there is no surmise...
Life on earth is seeded... on earth alone one dies...
some cry he has gone for changing clothes....
I don't cry... I laugh at the most...
life is sweet, as long as you yourself treat
keep thinking of this or that
what lies beyond the cloud...
you will not enjoy this or ever that
life will be like death
a rat
just killed by someone’s foot on the mat...
So make life an occurring to be...
for peaceful release... continue to do some thing...
don't just imagine
of what may happen....
live your life today
forget the past anyway
of tomorrow who can ever say...
let it come as its own heritage in life's sojourn and your pathway
face it as it happens
to come in your life's pathway
life is just a symphony
in any case you have no say!
so enjoy life from today
that's friends and foes
the only real and true way
You may!
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Until Then
Your poem reminds of "The day is coming when a cookie won't solve all your problems," a quote from Peanuts Lucy and Rerun. "Until then" was the reply of Rerun. Well, "Until Then."
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well until then
until then