It's My Life Poem by Ketan Hukare

I was almost alive
But was jogging already
On a path that seemed
New and scary.
The path was such that
No-one had stepped on it before
A maze like road
A hundred ways and doors.
My eyes scanned for someone
Anyone for company.
Alas, alone I was.
I was indeed lonely.
Just then I heard
Some words from somewhere
'Alone you are;
Alone on this lair! ! ! '
very well, its my race.
And I am alone
It's my life and
Let me be all on my own.