LIFE ....
Life ..... a
realism too straight forward to define, ........ an idealism too complicated to
delineate.
Ages have gone,
but still eras are necessitated to depict this mystery. Many have dipped the
pen of their thoughts in the ink of time to portray this enigma ....... but the
more the one tries to lunge into this riddle, the more complicated turns this
conundrum.
After all, what is this accumulation of confusion
..... a bunch of bewilderment, a throng of perplexity, a bevy of
mystification?
For an ill-fated, wretched self who has lost his
entire and has nothing else to lose, it's no more than a heap, a stack of woes,
wretchedness and dejection laid on his head to be carried to the other end of
the world that looks now to be at the remoteness of ages not miles.
A true mother takes a sole innocent smile, a solitary
luscious utterance 'MAMA' of her child as the only life ..... the existence
where there is only one cute, endearing and adorable adolescent in the whole
wide world and that is her own child!
Life ...... life ..... life ....... a question
answered ..... answer of which is still a question!
By: NAVEED IQBAL
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