Life is a beautiful lie,
Stuffed and garnished with dream,
Bumbling and rumbling in idyllic satire,
Knowing that it always makes a shift!
Harvesting the goals with maim,
Playing replaying yet no rewind,
Striking with verity or falsity.
Death is an absurd reality,
That stays infront to remind,
To sculpt our days the sort we aim,
Letting life to be spent in thrift!
Before penitence and petition make us retire,
With tormenting exertion flowing as stream,
Unlatching the soul, unescorted by our bly.
Between the unforeseen arrival,
And the unwelcomed departure!
Time always wigwags so mature,
Upholding its linear appraisal!
♋🔅❤️🔅❤️🔅♋
So this work is a try on making life and death a part of celebration over the festival called life.
Life is a question, nobody can
answer it. Death is an answer, nobody can question it. Death is not opposite to life, it's a part of it.
The rhyming scheme is
a b c d ; e f g h : h g f e ; d c b a
Last four lines x y : y x
Hope you noticed that.
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With love
Yaris🔆
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