What is life?
Is it just a dream?
A second you wake up,
The remaining you sleep.
In perishable earth, you yearn for desires,
In quest you adduce the shape of a soul,
In vessels you fill, or in wax you imprint,
Yet in words it stays, shapeless and deformed,
And in leaks of vessels, it escapes in joy.
With sound eloquence you say, immortal soul,
Yet in earth, it is crisp and frail,
A moment you laugh, sometimes cry in rage,
And alas! The next moment, to the horizon you stare still!
7 comments:
hey i like this, Pratik!
leaks of vessels, why, of all? :) hehehe
Yeah damsel...leaks of vessels...Cicero influence...Cicero power :-p
hehehe, oh... I see :)
good good :-p
yes you are true at what you said "and yet in word it stays ,shapeless and deformed".
Thank you :-) ...the soul is shapeless...you cannot confine soul by words!!!
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