Life! Nothing but a walking shadow
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows
Pains like a needle in wounds
And non soothing like sounds of no consolation
What is pains other than our lives
What is wounds rather than the tears we shed
We may live like this for long
But There's a pause called victory
Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland
Hunger from satisfaction
Fruitful from barren
Lack from surplus
A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire

Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces
It takes trillion years to understand the prelude
Another billion years to comprehend the interlude
Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind
Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life
Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny?
Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects?
The things we shall never know that is within us
Our strengths and weaknesses
Our ups and downs
Our victories and failures
Our inabilities and abilities
Our losts and profits
Our tears and laughter
Our frown and smiles
Even actions and things we portray we are ignorant of these
in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation
Success may be a Greek gift
Flaws we never created
Dreams we never create
Still revolve around us
Like we are casts in a movie
And the script already written
Ours is to act
'No mind tragedy or comedy'
Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney
Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons
But if we try to live other than it...that's treason
That why people suffer...others feasting