Life is not a bed of roses
Nor is it a throne of thorns
Count not your gains and losses
Face the future, never lock horns
This life is riddled with toil and trouble
The path to glory is strewn with rubble
Tread with caution lest you stumble
And fall; many a tumble makes you humble
Embroiled in earthly matters
Imprisoned by bonds and fetters
Communion with the Lord is in tatters
And the hope of salvation shatters
For a free and fruitful life we pray
With friendly solicitude to fellow beings lay
To leave footprints on your way
For the like minded to follow day by day
Of prestige, pride and power be wary and shy
These are ephemeral and doomed to die
With our mortal frame consigned to history
With its story of sorrow, fury and glory
This journey through life is a trial sans sentence
For righteous humans with divine defence
Against immoral thoughts and deeds, a barbed fence
Against flaws in humaneness and common sense
Every human life is deluged with delusion
In its little microcosm of illusion
Distanced from any dream vision
And blinded by its egocentric mission
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Human life is an allusion thank