The Life begins right from the stage we are small,
Trying to take little footsteps as we crawl.
With time, we observe, hear, think and learn,
Wondering what we want in return.
Along the path, lot of things we come across,
We realise that life is a race of a horse.
Hurdles, obstacles come in way,
We take a pause and hope for ray.
Ups and downs we face all through,
At times are stuck and have no clue.
We give up hopes and just sit down,
Being depressed with a frown.
Life goes on and doesn't stop,
So grab the coin before it drops.
When feeling low just give it a chance,
A solution you get at a glance.
Anger, struggles, competition is all what we face,
To overcome all these is a talent with grace.
Every life has its own chapter,
And fruitful days tend to gather.
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An insightful rendition on existential realities, written with clarity of thought and mind. A work of an intricate mind embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Manasa and do remain enriched.