What Is Life
© Chinmoyi Bhushan
We all seek the answer to this question at some point in our 'lives' and when I tried solving the mystery I arrived at this
Life, my friends think is conditioned,
my teachers call it challenging,
writers claim it in their words,
for parents their smiling child,
for a lover it’s beloved,
for a hobo, some food,
for a magician, the magic.
Life is undefined.
It is all this and all that,
only we give it meaning by dreaming it our way,
and not living the dreams of others.
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