Life by Shadaan

Life,
is a mystery,
that no one knows
It is a thorn
on a beautiful rose.
A rose which is,
extremely pretty to see,
But when you try to hold it,
it stings like a bee.
Life,
is something strange.
Sometimes,
it makes you happy,
and sometimes,
it makes you sad.
It is like a coin,
which has two sides.
One that is good,
and the other that is bad.
Life,
is a play,
and we are the actors.
The starting,
and the ending,
both,
depend on us.
Life,
is like a garden,
full of flowers.
Some,that are dull
and some that are bright.
Some that have bloomed,
pretty and gay,
while some little flowers,
that have,
faded away.
Life,
is a story,
written by God.
A fantasy,
that is still to be explored...

Meridian (172.157.172.19) -- Sunday, January 23 2005, 08:06 pm

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Wonderful thesaurus your brain holds! I've been taught a lesson from your poem, or a lecture if you will. That life can be so many things, it depends on how we perceive it.
SPLENDID SHADAAN!

Shadaan (203.76.179.162) -- Monday, January 24 2005, 05:06 pm

Thanks
Thanks Meridian,I am new to poetry writing and am an amateur.This was my first poem,glad you liked it :)Thanks for your comments and compliment.

Have a nice day!

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