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What Is Life?…

What is life?
A book …
In which we keep adding,
Pages after pages…
Of good and bad memories.
We struggle all life…
To collect data for the book.
We keep running all life,
Till we get exhausted finally,
Realizing we never lived a life.
Now let me read my book…
Pages after pages .
I never lived my life.
I was too busy to collect,
Data and the stock of pictures.
I thought people say…
Your vision gets bad with age
But now I see more clear,
I have come to know
Once you are old…
No one wants you near…
All the life was spent in fear,
Now at this point,
Where I stand alone now,
There is no fear and no dear…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag