Life Has Its Own Way... Poem by Srishti Shrivastava

We can try, we can plan...
We can think that we can..
but life has its own way..
own curves & own bays...

We just have to walk...
walk to the unknown..
The journey being sordid & alone..

Life moulds & makes u move..
you never know..
what to choose..
Life gives you its own option..
option to lose or gaining muse...

Life is sordid,
glum & dejected...
coz life has its own way to get effected..

you may cry..
cry to your fate..
but its life which decides the death...

life may be a gain
or obscure game..
but you don't have an option..
but to follow the same..

life make you mould,
mould & move..
one is like manaquin in its hand to move...

the threads of thought...
rises from life
& the ebb of life..
makes the thoughts die...

life may be tempest or tenurous..
but life has its own ifs & buts..
you've not got an option..
but to live the one..

coz the way of life..
is single & afray...
just live it alone...
in the lonely way...