All day through, all night long
A thought that I got kept along
What is Life?
I asked my parent’s cousins and aunts
It’s a game, game of chance they said
I wasn’t convinced
As we play games a lot with balls and some without
It’s a dream we are having in some other world
I heard this too, but wasn’t satisfied
As many of us dream in peace or in doubt
I thought of it, all through the day
My phone rang at the dinnertime
It was a friend’s call, I asked him the same
What is life?
Is it an act of play or that like a mime?
He smiled over just to say
Life is nothing but filling of time.