This is a poem written by one my very good friends, Mahita. Liked it a lot and asked her if i can put it up on my blog b'coz this is somewhat similar to my thought process.
Life comes at you fast and it only comes at you the way want to take it. Its something like a formless amoeba. You can attribute what ever you wish for. You want joy? Wish for it. You want success. Wish for it. Don't doubt. Just hope. Even in the darkest corner, hope lets you see. Here it goes.
Life is all we make of it...
Life is all we make of it
Struggle for some, Luxury for some
Smile for some, Tears for some
Success for some, Failure for some
Some sing it like a song
humming it all along
Some get deaf by the cries and howls
that tear apart our hearts and souls
Some learn to conquer it
with hatred and poison
Some learn to win it over & over
with hard work and passion
Some learn to rise
only when they have perfected their fall
Some prefer to watch others fall
while they climb on their broken backs to stand tall
What we make of our life
is all in the choices that we make
for we are only a drop in this vast ocean...called life
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4 comments:
That was amazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Simple subtle yet very strrrrrong!!!!!
She has done a very commendable job
Keep Rocking!!!!
@ nash..all credits go to the original author. I'm only the vehicle. nyws thnx for ur wishes.
An awesome poem! Beautifully captured the various nuances of life and the people. Good job :) To you and Mahita! :):)
@ alpine path,
Thanks again, though not much to discuss about this post, its great that many have liked it.
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