Life, they say
Hangs on the shoulders of destiny
Seen through the eyes of fate
Sometimes a journey too vague
When each step bears a sentimental grudge
O! God knows what could've been
words that fails not to beg cynical
Heard through the ears of time
Feeding our insatiable greed
Perhaps life be supercilious
Or sometimes a joke
Dealing one with a smile
And another with a blow
Hate
Whims of which could drive insane
A recurring pain that eats deep
Feeding on smiles and moments of peace
Enslaving the mind and raging the heart
Life be a game
Somehow hate brings no gain
Forever
A journey too long and too short
Facet of events binding us to a moment
Tortured by most yet freed by lots
A walk down inevitability
A chain of variegated events
Hangs round Forever
Life drags at forelock
Alas
We live a day at once
Savoring its bliss and blore
Venting our hopes on the morrow
Wishing life shares our sorrow.
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