Life in all its Luring beauty,
Dreams at their tempting best,
hopes of reaching high for stars,
carried away in this endless quest.
From the arms of affection
to the embrace of death,
Transition comes with every breath,
and i count the days lost and left.
Thriving for another chance to fight,
Fearing to disappear forever in night,
Uncertain about the tides of fate
I trudge the path of love and hate.
Life has lots to reveal, lots to attract,
Concealing the most endured fact,
presenting riches, pushing to ruins,
Unchanged in its dishonest act.
At its door, i am, a knocking guest,
With plans to stay for a while
to win, to lose, to applaud and amuse,
To seek a rank before i rest.
Well written poem, and I love the way the rhymes fall on different lines in each verse.
Beautiful phrases, and hopeful tone. I enjoyed reading your poem very much.
lovely penning.....u ave summed the life so well tnx 4 sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful philosophy; ...one thing i am unable to understand...when we realise that nothing is permanent why we seek for ' rank ' before the final rest? ...great writing