WHAT IS LIFE?
Life is indefinable
Beyond the grasp of words,
But to me, life is the tapestry
Of memories that sustains
And makes it, weaving
A web of of myriad, varied
Emotions and experiences.
The good times we spend
With our dear ones,
The unique experiences
Of our visits to new beautiful places,
Our wonderful encounters
And our interactions
With great people,
The enchanting, beautiful
Spectacles we behold In nature,
The melodious birdie music we capture
From chirping birds in mornings,
The mellifluous, soulful songs
We hear from legendary musicians
The inspiring books we read,
The motivational, spellbinding
Speeches we listen to
With rapt attention,
The pleasant conversations
We have with the members
Of our families and friends,
The wonderful, heart-touching
Movies we watch,
All these and many more
Different, unique, novel
Experiences and streams
Of emotions we embrace,
Relish, cherish, treasure
Turn into honeycombs
Of memories that celebrate rainbow hued,
Jubilant, radiant moments of our lives.
Life sans such honeyed
Memories becomes dry, drab,
Barren, rotten, deserts.
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