Life - A conundrum

He sat quietly in a thoughtful mood,
Talking to himself,
He started to brood.

A question:
Was life unfair to me?
Is life unfair to me?
Will life be unfair to me?

The thoughts enter his mind
And ruffle him,
Continually one after the other,
Trouble him.

At once he wants somebody to expound,
Myriad questions,
That continue to rebound.

With nobody around him,
He starts to despair,
All alone in the room,
He finally declares:

In silence there is introspection
And in silence there is peace of mind
In silence there is tranquility
And in silence there is serenity

Life is a game,
And we are always probing
Unaware of the rules,
We are always cribbing

Life to thou is not unfair
Life to thou will not be unfair

Don’t justify it,
Don’t condemn it.
Don’t eulogise it,
Don’t damn it.

Just embrace it without fear,
As in its perplexity
Will lie its vital experience.

The complexity is deep,
And the problem unmoved
As he still sits quietly
In a thoughtful mood.