Treasure Island

Bireswar Halder


Colour Changes Life


Life is a long journey
But the terrain is not at all smooth
Full of uncertainties
Ups and downs
And we are to move ahead.

Your journey begins with white liquor
Giving full energy like nectar in life
To continue journey against all odds
And to achieve the desired goal.

As you are grown up,
With the influence of friends
The colour of liquors changes slowly
From white to yellowish and ultimately reddish.

You are lying on a roadside now
In a midway of your journey
With a reddish liquor scattered nearby
To have your last breath.

Alas! A beautiful journey starts with a
White bottle of liquor given by your mom
Ends with reddish bottle gifted by friends
Only the colour changes as does the end!

Submitted: Thursday, July 05, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 06, 2012
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