Anwesha Ghosh, Class IX B
This thing we call heart,
This thing we call mind,
This thing we call God,
This thing we call love,
This thing we call soul,
This thing we call life,
What are they really?
Is it the same thing we call heart,
That allows us to survive,
And yet,
Is the weakest of all when heartbroken?
Is it the same thing we call mind,
That guides our conscience to do right,
And yet,
Convinces us to do wrong just the same?
Is it the same thing we call God,
Who created all things humane,
And yet,
Gave life to the evil forces which drive His own creation to destruction?
Is it the same thing we call love,
That teaches us to care and preserve,
And yet,
Allows us to kill and plunge to our own deaths?
Is it the same thing we call soul,
That holds on to our will to live,
And yet,
The same soul that lets go of it?
Is it the same thing we call life,
That we call a blessing,
The one we all get,
And yet,
Makes us endure curses in every possible way?
These things we call them,
What are they really?
To one it is easy to let go,
To another just as hard.
It is the choice we make
To see this world,
As we see it.
For every eye sees it,
In its own way.
Just as a smile seen the other way
Shows a frown.
