The story called life..

I see a house far in the woods

The darkness shows its color well

It sits amidst the protective trees

Staring at the mountain side, gives a laugh and cries

Look at you, oh ancient one, forced to see the end of worlds, without a destiny, no perks, no pay… What a meaningless existence I say.

The king of rocks, tilts and smiles,

A thousand yous, have come and gone, till the end of time I shall stay strong,

You say a meaningless existence I have, but look at you, oh being of perks and pay, your existence is built upon my day

Your colors are what I provide, you sing the songs of my children of flight.

Any moment I see fit, you shall return to my cradle, I shall create a new you, to go with my eternal day

All that remains is suffice, a being of bricks and a being of rocks, isn’t that the story called life?

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Zeba Juveriya
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superb poetry! 😀
LOVED IT! <3

thelonelyauthorblog
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Love this

B.
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A nice story told in verses… and a bit sad too…

suraksha
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suraksha

really deep thoughts. keep it up