O life,
You are strange
So often you change
Infinite is your range
Hot and cold exchange
Oceans turn into mountain range
Love and hate
With both you dare
Your tête-à-tête
But you never hate
Your path is straight
It is we who ever bait
Perhaps we enjoy
Good and bad our toys
Diversity employ
When calamities destroy
Here Nero fiddles
With Helen of Troy
Life and death
Walk hand in hand
Strange are the people
Own no-man’s-land
Who are they?
They don’t understand! ! !
Ugly and beautiful
People brand name
Name and fame
They ever claim
For them life becomes
A blame game! ! !
Life’s path is straight
New life comes
Beats its drum
New rule of thumb
Chewing bubble gum
It becomes dumb
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