Life’s Riddle

For the windmill of life to rotate ceaselessly,

A driving force should propel it unconditionally.

Life is a momentous yet lacking storyboard sight

That awaits to hold your grandeur and might.

It is an ultimate package of treasure

That cannot persevere only with pleasure.

A chorus it is that sings a lullaby,

Casting a spell on you that all your torments nullify.

And there comes love with its bewilderment,

Drenching you into oceans of amusement.

He who tastes the leisure of life

Doubts the existence of struggles and strife.

Fallacy! Here we are to show and prove

That life is not solely a song on which you groove.

A road it is through which you walk

Dead or living? A tale of which no one can talk.

A blind devotion as glorious as the Deccan Plateau

All you find at the end is a mere shadow.

Depression it conceals behind the human mask,

Leaving you aloof and desperate with your cask,

Craving your trepidation on your weary soul,

And swallowing you completely as a whole.

Obstacles are only tangible things meant to be overcome,

Yet all we do is to seek a sanctuary and promptly succumb.

All we’re left to conclude with is that

Life is a game full of loss and gain.

You’re compelled to take the right choice

In order for you to triumphantly evade all the pain.

All our challenges we much embrace and defeat

For only you are able to certify that

Solving life’s riddle is an illustrious feat.