Is it Life? ( Poem )

 Is it Life?

 Is it Ending?

 Filled wih remorse and vendetta,

 Felt, that's entangled & twisted.

 Like grains of sand slips through the fingers,

 Love and unselfishness goes beyond

 the eyes could not see nor mind would endure,

 There it is... not begining nor death.

 Is it?