Our Lives

OUR LIVES

Thanks for reminding, yeah, I speak through letters,

Usually letters of peace, but you let them forget;

When did majority of us become critters,

'cause not all of us, have a way of ours,

Yet we blame others for what we get;

Two men, two differing opinions and power, is enough for chaos,

I ask,

What is our life worth?!;

We're born, we're alive and then we're dead;

I get your point, so who cares what we do,

That doesn't mean, you gotta paint the whole world red,

You mind, there are others, other than you too;

All of life is nothing but a rare mistake,

Of the divine hands;

But it's still precious to us, give or take,

Leading us to our errands;

Religions failed, doctrines failed, governments failed,

"You ask me how?, I say look around";

Murderers walking, corrupt ruling and rapists bailed,

Aren't they supposed to be buried underground;

The clap of peace is audible, only when there are two palms;

Only a few are laudable, when copious are begging for alms,

"So what?, We burn down the system?!,

It's like beating a dead man to death";

Yet, I find happiness, when I see the eyes of a child,

I find joy, when I find fauna thriving in the wild;

I find peace, when I listen to the wind,

Saying, "There's no one ever who's never sinned";

I find hope, when I see the Sol over the horizon,

No matter what happens, I've never seen it wizen,

I find love, when I see a young couple,

Completing each other and able to supple,

Consenting when the other errs;

The world isn't that bad after all,

With nature telling us what to do,

But we seldom listen, 'cause we're actually stupid, it's true;

But it's that fact that makes us who we're, isn't it?

Ironically, the stupidest wit is ours;

The idiotic intellect is ours,

The responsibility of leading the species is also ours;

Yet, I'm happy for what we are,

Again: The choice of being indifferent is also ours;

It's our life and our choices, but just remember,

God's grace is the ink within us,

And we write our story on the paper of our lives.

                      -Arun Krishna G