What is Life?
(The Timeless Verses)
A sad face appeared from just somewhere
and said,
"I didn't do a wrong with anyone,
I didn't make a sin;
I never deceived any, and
Nor did I wish harm to one;
then why great Almighty did never please at me?
Why never He gave me enough?
Why never His world loved me much?
Why I felt deserted always?
For what error I made?
Oh my Almighty!
What life I live?
I ask once again:
WHAT LIFE; I LIVE?"
~~~
A moment after
appeared another sad face;
to say only the same.
And in a trice of time
a many more appeared
faces were all those, sad and in tears.
And in no time again
there came crowd of more faces;
looking all sad and
echoing in each other's voices.
All of them fidgeted and cried
to know just one thing;
"What is Life?"
~~~
By no matter of chance,
suddenly saw all, a beam of light;
dropped from somewhere
sweetly clad in - snow white.
Stopped at once, were all the tears;
suddenly like a fixed wear.
They could gaze, but nothing at;
they began hearing, as a divinely voice said.
~~~
"O my children, sans of zeal;
Hark the truth, what I reveal.
By progress of your culture,
you live age of science;
where most of your means
are logical and machined.
Mere mechanical is the breath that all you take,
mere bread of 'rationale' that all you bake.
The life today you live, come so influenced,
by logics and machines, imperfectly spruced.
The charisma of inventions new you see;
you hold your life, but not free."
~~~
A 'face' came forward wanting to ask;
came in way of 'light' beam, wisdom to bask.
"O our Almighty! Tell us this;
good you said but what wrong we did.
If this isn't the 'life' that we lived,
what err it was, we couldn't sift.
We lived only what you gave us to live,
What final lesson you omitted to give.
Know us as someone about to die;
Tell us your offspring, What is Life?"
~~~
God smiled but no one could see,
they waited for Him, something to speak.
"O my children! Here you hark,
what is life, if really you ask.
What you have lived was life as if science,
You ignored the man, you forgot mankind.
you mistook your life as mere an assemblage,
You wished collecting more than you could keep safe.
You craved for a life all made of materials,
but when you had those, joy didn't last real.
"Life is not science", the voice continued,
"to theories of a laboratory, life is not glued.
Life never meant 'the Causes and Effects’,
That you press some button and something ejects.
Life doesn't move in the way of machines,
Nor does it know the language of techniques.
You earned all means of happiness and joys,
but to find those later merely the toys.
Now when you find 'life', piling of none,
this is what you wanted, why so stern?
Life is something else, let me start,
let you know the truth, which may be stark.
O my children, I know you feel tax,
now listen 'what is life', you may relax."
~~~
Life is the 'Tiny Leaf'...
"Life is spontaneous", as voice said,
Faces were all ears, wanting more to be fed.
"Spontaneous the life is", the voice further plea;
the way showed by 'tiny leaf,' new in the tree.
Now hear the story of a new 'Tiny Leaf',
so you will know 'What is Life' as you heed.
If you may wonder, WHY like a leaf?
What I tell you, is an ages old creed.
A leaf 'shivers' spontaneous, as we all know,
It knows no mechanical, no rhythm to flow.
As no one can guess which way a 'tiny leaf' moves,
what rule can you apply as your life cruise.
In life, you know or you may ignore,
you undergo many things, attentively for sure.
You do many things, many happen to you,
You may not believe, but all are 'interconnected' true.
Interconnected in way of many leaves are,
including the 'Tiny Leaf' on a tree in far.
You do not live life of a size of leaf,
but the size of the tree, of 'tiny leaf' also speaks.
Hear the story further so that you resolve,
You learn from the 'tiny leaf', how it evolve.
~~~
"New 'tiny leaf' is 'shivered' by the wind;
sometimes a little, sometimes almost to grind.
Leaf wails what harm I made to the wind,
it treats me so bad and shake me to fling?
But never stops the wind from its blow,
Neither a notice it takes, nor it would know.
'Tiny leaf' but on other side, blames the wind,
It assumes a war for the sake of its stint.
'Tiny leaf' struggles hard to survive,
against the circumstances that it may not like.
Wind makes its job for no loss or gain,
It shakes the leaf again, once again, then again..."