Life Is A Boat Comments

Life is a boar........./////

The birth is joyous and false, All joy is false being only relative, Birth is relative having death at centre, Life is nothing but hanging in between.

Death comes with severe pain, Takes from us our dearest ones, No amount of joy can make up the loss, Life is spent repairing life all life.

The Garland of life is too heavy, O master! Only death seems a logic, Illogical life has no aim to fulfil, Let me have peace to die into myself.

...Life is nothing but hanging in between.. Right. in the point, my friend.

A poignant, powerful and incisive write on life. Though the garland of life is too heavy, we must try to conquer the darkness to have a brighter tomorrow. Life is a boat and we must keep it afloat in all circumstances.

Chasing after something! ! ! Love and Life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

O master! Life is a boat, The sorrow and deep sorrow, Joy comes but it is sorrow, Joy is misery in disguise. Life is a Boat... Yes Prabir is life... today in lecture with my students I have spoken exactly about this idea and it seems to me that this poem has said what I have thought and expressed today... c 'were similarities! ! ! thanks poet by riza

It is one of the greatest poems which I have read till now

Coming and going, home and homeless, Life is a homeless home, all empty, Like snake leaves slough,

O master! Life is a boat, The sorrow and deep sorrow, Joy comes but it is sorrow, Joy is misery in disguise.

The birth is joyous and false, All joy is false being only relative, Birth is relative having death at centre, Life is nothing but hanging in between

True...... Reality.. Naila

Life is a journey, we all are moving to reach ultimate, Very well said: Knowledge comes to heal the wound, Wisdom gives highest consolation, Still emptiness is heavy on oozing sense, Philosophy is dead and baffles to cover the pain.

Joy is misery in disguise ! ! ! ! ! JOY IS JOY Look at it happily more joys than srorows come in life.... poverty is a curse believe you me.... but take a positive view of life and then see how Poet Me differs from thee we both must to improve life and help all see black and white so that all life becomes PURPOSEFUL even though its PURPOSE is nought PG

A philosophical write on the emptiness of life.A graland too heavy to bring, an excellent metaphor lastly death becoming a consolation.Well done.

A well crafted allegory, Prabir.......10++++