The rigour triggers
the discipline swaggers
the practice alters
the exercise refers
thus goes the day
with a hard work
in rapt attention
not being a day
goes through all days
be that my life
could I deem it as a strife?
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The Strife
A woman in her mid forties
was getting back to her country.
had no experience in air travel
came to me for help in finding the gates
and fulfilling the other formalities
She took to me well and came with me
She taking me as a sister
came out with her story bitter.
full of pain and tough experience.
Listening to her I got moved and tense.
She had lost her husband early in life
and with literally no money in hand underwent a strife
in bringing up and educating her sons
They are in their high school now
She is repatriating to the country of her birth.
Having completed her formalities in a dearth
and spent a reasonable amount in the procedure
anticipating a quick acceptance in a short tenure
My heart went out to her all the more
wishing her all the best in the fore
I bade her farewell as we reached our destination.
The world abounds with people of needs
who sustain and survive with minced feeds.
To spite has become his way of life.
To gibber uncharitable words is his strife.
To speak like an uncivilized is his feature.
To behave unpleasantly is his culture.
To stare with all evil is his light.
From the very day he was born right.
Pretensions get the better of life.
Pretexts go along with the strife.
Well, that is generally life.
Apprehensions rob the best part of life.
Anxiety dissects the major part of strife.
Well, that is invariably life.
Distinctions crawl amidst the delicate life.
Desire annihilates the valiant strife.
Well, that is incidentally life.
Ingratitude plucks the lovely part of life.
Inertia destroys the strenuous strife.
Well, that is inimitably life.
Jealousy eats up the major part of life.
Jeering kills the sincere strife.
Well, that is significantly life.
Vengeance corrupts the entire life.
Vicious condemns the velocity of strife.
Well, that is inadvertently life.
Years roll up to complete the cycle of life.
Yearnings move up to conclude the endless strife.
Well, that brings to the fag-end of life.
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