The Life : a story

The Life : a story

A Poem by Shadows of Memories

the manifolds of a life is like a story telling


Life is mountains, hills and sky

Life is oceans and rivers flow by

Life is plains and plateaus green mass

Life  is valley, thin narrow dark

Life is sunrise, a new dawn sun,

Life is birds flying, chirping in fun.

Life  is migration, from emotion to heart,

Life is reality, money, wine and  putt.

Life is naughty, dirty, stupid too,

Life is caring, loving, admiring new.

Life is love, lust, kissing moon,

Life is bliss, bond, ‘coming soon’.

Life is heart, hearth and holy deed,

Life is grace, grub, and growing greed.

Life is accept, reject, renewals,

Life is science, sense, and duals.

Life is suffer, suffice and prefixes,

Life is count, comfort and reflexes.

Life is work, woos, worries,

Life is nurture, neighbour and torrid.

Life is vast, vulnerable and vague,

Life is no more, nothing and nay.

Life is colourful, no colour, white,

Life is dusk, sunset and night.

Life is hope, horrible and hell,

Life is dreams, a story to tell. 

© 2012 Shadows of Memories

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A splendid mix of the good and the bad. You paint a much fuller picture by picking up on the sadder aspects of life. I like the alliteration of "vast, vulnerable and vague" in particular.

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Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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