What Is Life? Poem by Meena Somasundaram

Life is a comedy, you say

I differ from you anyway

it is a tragedy the old man refers

I have to the most defer

What is it? you query

I answer in a reverie.

it is neither this or that

but a combination intact.

You look at me curiously

and cast a look dubious.

I smile at you gleefully

reply to you happily.

Life is joyful in youth

cheer it is in all truth.

It turns sad as years advance

sour it becomes by all chance

Life is heterogeneous.

Do I sound like a genius?

Not at all, in all possibility.

Never am I so, in the eventuality.















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