Swathi's "Life" is a short, quiet poem built around one sharp idea: to someone who is sad, happiness stops feeling real. The first three lines list what joy looks like, a beating heart and shining eyes, and then the poem reveals that these are only "myths" to the person it describes. They sound like stories other people tell, not things that could happen to them.
The speaker seems to be looking at a heavy-hearted, watery-eyed person, and the poem sets two pictures side by side. One is full of life and light. The other is weighed down and tearful. The words "beating heart" and "shining eyes" are nearly mirrored by "heavy hearted" and "watery eyed," which makes the gap between the two feel even wider.
The mood is gentle but sorrowful. There is no anger here, just a tired distance from joy. The title, "Life," adds to this: the poem suggests that for some people, ordinary living and happiness feel like two separate things.