What path of life is it?
From rest I sight a seat
Determination drags me up
I find myself striving to the top
From one seat I sit
Another to sit I see
Relax, you've arrived, this is your priority
Comes the tempting voice of mediocrity
Amity with the quest for more
Stirs my desire the more
Ah! many seats I see, many I sit on
No doubt the path becomes so long
Then a lane, now a path so broad
Like hustling ants
Relentlessly I go for more
Some do, bad seats I jump pass
Like athletes in long meters-race
I overtake some, some overtake me
Some crawl till no seat they meet with space
While some, no seat they bother to meet
No seat achieving, no bravery
More the hustle, more the priority
Soon old age steps in
No more strenght for running
From the strenghtless corner
The seats, the legacies I sit to count back
On a rock I had built on
A foundation for continuation
O! grave I pray you open your door
To welcome in, a faithful ambassador
From womb to tomb, it's time
A life for death, a death for life
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