The Question Of Life?

THE QUESTION OF LIFE
Life is a puzzle,
Like a riddle.
Where we have to move on.
With its joys & sorrows,
Falls & rises.
Sometimes its bright as light,
Otherwise its dark as hell.
It has a number of different relationships,
Made up of glass.
Sometimes some relationships,
Slip out of our hands and breaks up,
And gets shattered like pices of glass.
After the darkness in night,
There should be light.
But there are many ,
Who are unable to get out of the dark.
They struggle in the dark,
Just to find a ray of light but fail.
Life is also like the sands,close to sea.
Where we walk continously,
And a wave of water comes,
Taking away our foot prints.
Then we turn back and search in vain,
For our lost foot prints.
We cry and regret over what is lost.
Life is a complain to God,
For not giving us what we want.
Love,forgiveness,kindness,mercy,heplfullness,
Are well forgotten terms of life.
In human life what rules,
Are -
Hatred,jealousy,revenge.
Life is full of angels & devils.
Angels who are found in little number,
Devils who are there in pleanty.
Life is a long twixted way,
Through which we have to travel,
To reach its end.
Life is a puzzle,
Like a riddle.
Bindiya Mathew