Life is a puzzle with innumerable hassles
Mortals are dim-witted puppets in life’s castle
It pulls a string and watches the play
Agony may follow merry and gay,
It switches the temper at his will,
There are times when everyone turns still,
It laughs at them for their impuissance
For they have forgotten their essence,
Life’s testament is the ultimate law,
Mortals’ will is just a flaw,
Bare creatures we are, in the hands of life,
Life for us is still full of strife
Hope someday, our soul will wake
It has the power to judder and break
Life will be no more a riddle
No human then ever fiddle,
The path of glory will be sought
The enigma of life will end along with the rut.
sreejith
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