LIFE.
A STORY
Life is a story, and you are the
Aesop,
Life is a play, and you are play-
wright,
Life is a movie, and I wonder if
you are
Hitchcock, Ray, or just a failure?
It’s one life. If you have one, I
have it too.
Well, it’s so fast, blink-and-you-
miss-it,
Still, do take a breath to have a
stare, to see all that makes it a
life,
Otherwise, it’s too small to
Make it count.
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It’s your life, it’s my life too,
Probably it’s an algorithm, no, no
It’s the statistics of win-loss-
draw,
At the same time, it’s an inte-
gration of all the bits and pieces
you collect,
Even the smallest of pieces
makes the greatest difference.
It’s the history of yesterday, &
yet,
It’s the future of tomorrow.
It’s the present, to some cold;
clumsy, and to some is the glow
of glory.
It’s just what you may think of it,
And make out through the
silhouette
Of the mind - what your life is.
It’s just the castle of glass you
dream of, to conquer it,
And set your sail, voyager,
To make out, something out of
The nothing you have, so that
In the end, you have a castle of
glass,
To protect you from the toll of
time.
But alas, you know not,
The path you had tripped, has
been
Traversed by millions, by the
time,
O voyager, you anchor yourself
For the last time, to rest,
And that your own footprints,
Beloved as they might be to
you,
Are trampled and overshad-
owed by millions who took your
path, and
Your castle of glass, rests with
you,
Wondering
what the
matter is
With this
little mischie-
vous word:
Life!
Anubhab Das
3237, Batch of ‘16