What Is Life? Poem by shweta gulia
What Is Life?
I asked everyone what is life
Some say its like a knot,
in this vicious cycle we are tightly caught.
Some say its like a thought,
happiness in life could really be brought.
Some say it is only meant to struggle hard,
we are lying in this world like useless cards.
Some say its an opportunity use it well,
otherwise, you will soon be going to hell.
Some say its like a battle ground,
in the end everyone would be lying with deep wounds.
Some say its a river fastly flowing,
one must know how to swim,
otherwise he would be blowing.
I am confused, how could life be defined,
is it merciless or is it kind?
for me it may be darkness or ray of shine
one must know how to live,
after than everything would be fine.
One could live if he has hope,
without it achievement is really of no scope,
life are the moments which you enjoy and utilize
for this you'll soon be getting a good prize.
Life is everything between birth and death. Am in love with ur poems! !
no, no, no....this is not a good poem. stop trying so hard to rhyme! focus more on putting your thoughts on paper and really describing how YOU feel. Tell a story with your words or paint a vivid picture of a moment that took place in your life or sharply describe a feeling that you felt....don't just ramble and rhyme...that isn't poetry.
no, no, no....this is not a good poem. stop trying so hard to rhyme! focus more on putting your thoughts on paper and really describing how YOU feel. Tell a story with your words or paint a vivid picture of a moment that took place in your life or sharply describe a feeling that you felt....don't just ramble and rhyme...that isn't poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/17/2025 4:07:38 PM # 1.0.0
O you, the poet matured in an immatured age! Rhyming lines in four and five lined stanzas. Jovial humour gleams here and there. Idiomatic meaning of some words sparkle! Good English at 17 years! Your parents are fortunate to have you as their daughter. Having been a teacher for more than 30 years, I am tempted to give the top scores. Cheers!