What Is Life But...

What is life?
But twists and turns,
Looping meanders,
Nowhere to run: (

We start this game,
Having no clue of the future,
It is as if we're born
36 weeks premature.

But yeah! We start out,
Our primitive years,
As if thick fog - are spent in this haze.
Not knowing about this life-like maze.

And once we start walking,
Life tops up a third dimension,
We are the conquistadors
Of this new nation.

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poem by Atharv Joshi
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