Written by Soujanya Hiremath
Oblivious by the act of God
For you’re born with no cognizance of life
Like a pawn in the hands of the universe,
As it moulds you to fit in its abode.
Acquainted in this act of living
Left with a pile of unanswerable questions,
Forcing yourself to be sane
Because you know it will bring out the insane in you.
For all of life you breathe
And one day it’s taken to death,
Commencing the new breathless life
Where you are insanely you and not a puppet.
Suddenly everything seems like a lie
Where you lived to die and died to live,
Presenting all of this as a dead life
And there began your actual life.