Life is like a shooting meteor;
Just a whizzing-past star,
Whose starting point nobody sees,
But of course, visibility of the end,
Wow! Abruptness with a vengeance,
And wormy annihilation in
capacious, unbound space.
We are the shots from the unknown;
Intentional or accidental?
Predetermined or chancy?
Willy-nilly, we just roll over
the calamitous mud of the slippery path.
Life sparkling with a fizz,
Pain, joy, smiles, weepings and ecstasies
swoop like a meteoric trail in the sky;
Born to soil the earth,
Like the broken star’s residue,
We add to the primal matter.
From unknown to the unknown,
We are known as a ‘life’,
Just as the luminosity of
a shooting, breaking star.
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