What is this life, if full of suspicion
Who hath the time to think or envision?
Time to deeply doubt, time to worry
No happy feel in this empty life so sorry!
Time to hate, time to cast awry aspersion
And death available for tawdry commission!
Time to agonise, time to rise to a bait
Treachery rampant, selfishness THE trait!
What is this life, never ever fair
Endlessly weep eyes, shedding no tear!
Such, such is death in life, and life is death
Tragedy lingers, in such a life, love a myth!
Deserts sprout pyramids, celebratory tombs
Mystery shrouds, still-born(e) the wombs!
Pratima@By sheer chance, rolled out on my mobile screen the video about Sridevi's "accidental" death. Hence this sonnet as a response!
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