Life is a comedy, you say
I differ from you anyway
it is a tragedy the old man refers
I have to the most defer
What is it? you query
I answer in a reverie.
it is neither this or that
but a combination intact.
You look at me curious
and cast a look dubious.
I smile at you lively
reply to you happily.
Life is joyful in youth
cheer it is in all truth.
It turns sad as years advance
sour it becomes by all chance
Life is heterogeneous.
Do I sound like a genius?
Not at all, in all possibility.
Never am I so, in the eventuality.
Meenas Poems 