Lifespan

Man is like a singing bird that on the tree alights,

Perches on the branch awhile, chirps a little and flies.

By Iqbal

What is life a brief sojourn
Dreaming,of some lovely morn,
How much lifespan,I simply muse,
Lets put our life to some use,

Some call it a riddle or puzzle
Some call it a hollow bubble,
Some call it a tempest wild,
Some call it ephemerally fragile

Life is transient, a voyage,
A beautifully decorated stage,
Why its described,or measured,
Why not embraced,and treasured,

It's a garden, where I can grow,
Flowers of my choice in a row
Where thorns would be equally best
Putting me sometimes to a test

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14 thoughts on “Lifespan

  1. A poem that illustrated the many stages one traverses in this phenomenon… we call… life… and does indeed complement your opening words by Iqbal, who speaks of life as a bird who “…Perches on the branch awhile, chirps a little, and flies.”
    🇯🇲🏖️

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