Life

by Yatubeera Resty   Dec 7, 2013


The ways of man is but strange,
And life staggers by them
as waves on a lake
We each take steps into the unknown and build on dreams
As it is "demanded"
While the weak die a psychological death and fail to stand, the daring survive to hussle
For each day is a tune upon which we dance
Either to celebrate or die
For "living is living"

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  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Life is life. It tests us and pushes us to the max. Yet we have to live it and survive it..a test to see if we survive or break. Interestingly penned..like this message here.

    • 10 years ago

      by Yatubeera Resty

      Once again u get my mesage right, "life is life". We al must alive but not every one z living.... we must choose to survive so as to live

  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    It reminded me of survival of the fittest, Those who are the strongest survive. Also I understood that we shall celebrate that we are living, we are strong.

    • 10 years ago

      by Yatubeera Resty

      A friend once told me, " fear not the physical death but the psychological death" without a clear mind one cannot be living.

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    What I see here with this poem is that life passes us byso quickly that we ddon't truly focus on it. So it seems like death is our next milestone In life. You write I think about how we should stop and look around once in a while. Each day we wake up should be charished indeed but instead all we do is sit back and do nothing with it. I like the strong message you send here. Well written.

    • 8 years ago

      by Yatubeera Resty

      Beautiful Soul, thank you for the observations... I seek to point out the contrivances of life. it is a none known figure by which we struggle to either live or die thus my opening lines

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