Life,
I've seen you many times,
through gloomy nights, and sunny days,
with strange odds and funny ways
I've felt your depth sometimes,
Standing at the threshold, of deluge,
You, however, always seem to help me, with refuge
I've felt your hollowness,
When nothing seems of being right,
You give us clouds of darkness,
when we wanted shining light
A friend, foe, guide, pupil,
all the roles, you seem to fill
You are so mysterious, I know,
I'll leave thinking about you, though;
Life,
I'll see you many more times
I know not what face you'll wear,
I'll unveil the masked at the end,
Just wait, till I reach there.
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