I WONDER WHAT IS LIFE....

I wonder what is life....

Is it a string of breaths sewn together in an intricate pattern,

Or is it the bridge between nascency and man's final sojourn.

Is it the beckoning of fellow-mortals for comradeship,

Or the calling for diligently harvesting the fruits of every relationship.


I wonder what is life....

When I feel the gentle nudge and the warmth of my friend's hand in mine,

Is it pedantry to preach that solitude is the ritual in His Chamber divine.

The sonorous prattle from the cradle and the penitent moaning from the death-bed,

That life tarnishes the interlude, the symphony cracks into cacophony, is so sad.


I wonder what is life....

The laurels that embed my voyage and the reproaches that mar my ascent,

So ephemeral seems their impact on the last breath and yet so profound on the present.

Is life the chronology from infancy to senility and the ultimate surrender to the Omnipotent,

Or is it an anachronism to be sagacious about its transience and the powers of the Omniscient.


I wonder what is life....

The bludgeons of penury cannot trample the burgeoning of faith,

The glitter of riches cannot dazzle the vision of the sage.

Life, i wonder, i presume, i state, i avow, is an endowment, a prelude,

To deluge with the placidness of knowledge, and denigrate the demonic ineptitude.