What is Life!

Life is nothing but a dream
with uncertainty extreme.
We’re earthen pot mere, de jure
and cry whenever empty for sure.

We all are in a maze
only throb in a bony cage.
It’s such a woe if anybody know,
he would never open his eyes though.

I fill up my empty pot with what I got,
and rigidly measure whole gamut.
Measurement are pure math ways,
nothing but puzzle of more or less.

Getting is not permanent or a good fate
but a lullaby beep for baby to sleep, I bet.

Deprived ones are like empty vessel,
cries out in any life’s wrestle.
Empty pot once break ends all ache
nothing there to worry, wind-up the story.

Filled pot, if breaks, lose all its gain.
Double the pain;
for breaking and losing again.

Clay pot once breaks, to earth it goes.
Inside load, back paid with mundane code
and cannot be taken across.

Due share taken by all, no issue no call,
all fair and over.
Duty done by all, so no call never.
Then what accountability after!

Wind whisper the answer with every bit
But alas, I don’t understand much
with my nit wit.

Talk loud and clear, prithee, oh Lord!
I like to comprehend, all your word.

Test me Lord, You hold the leashing cord
And only to you I bow.
One puzzler, many answer,
I answer only what I know.

Woe is me!
I’m unsure, which one please thee!

Lest I aberrate,
Oh King of Kings, the Great.
Tell me in my cant, what You want.
I totally submit and ready to do every bit.