Life, a word yet undefined,

A word on which you are resigned,

A word that is not in your hand,

A word that slips away like sand.

You love it, yet you don't possess it,

Even when you hate it, in it you have to fit,

It goes so fast you cannot stop it,

When you don't want it, it stays with your every bit.

Life is a word you use, yet don't understand,

It is a word that travels with you on water and land,

It is something that your eyes cannot see,

Yet it is there with you and me.

What is life? I ask again,

Is it something that goes in vain?

Is life something that lives by you?

Or is it something made for few.

Apurva Rajeev Shirodkar

14th January 2002.