Life is a poetry. There is no special skill required to understand poetry. Life is the best guide that takes you through a complete tour in experiencing all emotions.
One can see poetry during sadness, grief, sickness and also the flamboyant expression during celebrations, love and victory. Poets are born. A natural poem touches your heart and one can fathom the depths of the implied meanings.
Life is a dream
A constant endeavor
A surge of passion
In the pursuit of happiness.
For quest lies in the unknown,
A tinge of awe in accomplishment
A pride about self
In life’s various paths
Like an angel visiting,
Like Santa and his gifts,
I wish for a rainbow, during downpour
Life is beautiful, while the sun is setting.
Beyond and near,
Life is about a compromise,
Living wisely
As some things ask for a price.
A poem by Robert Frost :
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to youth to learn the future.
My ultimate aim
In this life,
I want to live up the strife.
A chance to overcome.
A feeling to be happy.
Seldom do I realise – My ultimate aim.