WHAT IS LIFE ALL ABOUT

What is life all about? When all our actions come to nought, When we leave the world forever, And breathe again never. What is the use, one might say, Of journeying life's way, If in the end what we do, Is remembered by only few. And even that is for a little time only, That we can all around us see, People survive only in songs and prose, Which are told by grandmas when children doze. And after some time, when stories bore, They are lost in lore, And no more is the person remembered, Even by the people he mothered and fathered. And in the end one is completely forgotten, No one cares whether one was good or rotten, He sinks to the depths of anonymity, No one will care or pity.

Pratheek Praveen Kumar