LIFE-
O what is life?
Is it a vanishing panorama
Woven by the threads of different coloured light
That no one has been able
To feel fully?
Or is it a tree
Laden with young leaves of memories
Being moved softly by cool breeze
And bathed in the dusk light?
Sometimes I feel it is like
Getting into one's shoes
With half feet in and half out
And then running a race.
Other times I think it is finding out
A comprehensible voice
An understanding heart
From among the chaos
Of confusion and din.
My dear friend
What do you think life is?