Playing the game called life | Poem by Aadya,15, Kolkata
Choices can be quite difficult and confusing but that’s the beauty of life, writes 15-year-old Aadya from Kolkata.
Life is a meadow,
Sometimes aglow,
Or with sorrow,
It’s on which path you follow.
The one bliss,
Is nothing but peace,
It’s what keeps you cheerful,
And away from everything awful.
Life is short,
It’s worth getting lost,
And getting caught,
In states you don’t know much about.
