A Sattire

Oh Life, dear Life…

Aren’t you full of surprise?

Or is it that, to your muse…

You consider melancholy a prize??!

To one who plays numb & sly…

You simply let the fate gleam by…!

But horrid as it may seem, for the one set to dream,

 You let irony startle the novice to shoot out a scream!!!

Why is it that the sun shines,

With limiting factors added to its light?

Whereas hostile with shivers in their spines,

People abhor dark, to their own plight…!

When rain, a source of joy to wish,

Doesn’t survive enough to stay & would soon diminish…!

To eyes like mine, it seems that you rather enjoy,

Aimless hysteria cocktailed with a mix of hoax & ploy..!!!

To him who is steadfast with envy, agony & fear,

You would invigorate a feeling of being dear…,

& To the one who is pure, humble & ready to bear

You would instead gladly leer a frequent tear!!?

Still I feel, the way you were meant to be,

Is somewhat similar to what you project…

For your containers are weak & devoid of glee,

Failing miserably to be named the lord’s own subject!!!