What is life?

Useless,wasteful,daily strife?

U may venture to guess its meaning

But find it quite dishearting

Is it something to fear?

why should we,when no one from beyond the grave is here?

or is it just a brief interlude

From the warm secure womb

to the dark tomb?

and wat is love?

Is it a blessing frm heaven above?

it began with Adam and eve when they fell in love.

Was it a trick of fate?

or was there just no one else to mate?

today's world when love is bought and sold

holds no place for a creature bearing a heart of gold.

I found no answers,not a single one

to there questions worth king Solomon

at  last I realised,weakened in my resolve,

Life is mystery to be lived not a problem to be solved