Today I decided to write a simple poem that follows a child’s pursuit to quell his curiosity about what life is
I wonder what life is?
Can it do a flying kiss?!
For several days I was pensive,
The answer I need to receive.
So I ask the blissful grandsire,
That to know what life be, is my desire.
Though his response be incredibly blithely,
“To live complete with bliss n pep,” says he is chirpy.
Bewildered, I questioned my betrothed uncle,
How I wished for my question, an answer rational.
In his eyes, I saw a sudden spell of flurry,
His answer, “Life is to choose a partner beautiful by heart, rather such as a peony.”
Bemused by such diversities, I set to ask my senile gamer’s niece,
Who be a batman, though a belle, like an iris,
But never to forget from her, I receive ludicrous exacting demands,
And punishment laps, pushups, situps, and lessons of esprit de corps.
Though now in return, I expect an answer so estimable,
Something ethical and truly redoubtable!
Her answer, she spoke with equanimity,
“To unite and fight for thy country and live for honor,” she said with dignity.
In a fix by the differences, I made a final attempt to consult my caring mother,
Pleading her for an answer truly formidable, truly better
Her answer so simple yet distant in thought,
“All these people have led worthy lives of their own way of seeing,
They define life with past experiences they observed,
Thus thy life is thy own, with didactics and preachings thee received.
“Aha!” I exclaimed, for the answer was right there all along,
I had failed to see it and mistook it all wrong,
What life be, cannot be seen, by seeking other’s thought,
It’s how thy live, that be truly thee life!
-Arek VJ
Originally posted 2015-10-19 23:27:53.
