What is life? <br />Is it an account <br />Of some dreams <br />That are never fulfilled <br />Or series of struggles <br />That are gifted frequently? <br /> <br />How does it look like? <br />Does it appear like a path <br />That will never come to an end <br />Or like an ocean- so vast <br />And full of water <br />But completely futile? <br /> <br />How does it work? <br />Does it act like a farmer <br />Ploughing his field for the whole day <br />But who has to wait for the rain alone <br />Or like a word <br />Depending always on an other word for its meaning? <br /> <br />Whatever is life does not matter <br />Whether it is a whole explanation or only a cover letter <br />Though it keeps us devoid of its meaning <br />But it is as fresh as zephyr of morning <br />It is full of passion and action <br />We can proceed without any caution. <br /> <br />Life does not exist without challenge <br />It has always a tendency to change <br />One who enjoys fully his life <br />He can play with an edge of knife <br />Unlimited resources are there in this huge shop <br />Let’s ‘drink life to its last drop’. <br /> <br />13-3-2008<br /><br />vaibhav shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-life-17/