The Steps Of Life Poem by Khirod Dalpati

THE STEPS OF LIFE

Walking by the bank of the river
My hand plucked up a rose,
My thoughts went yonder across
While my fingers fondled the rose.

My legs led me to a rock
To relieve my body from strok
Where sat my self comfortably.

My mind went back to my past
Trying to catch the steps of life,
While my hands plucked up
The beautiful petals one by one.

Just at the final step of my past
The rose had been torn apart.
Oh! How I pitied for the petals.

Even though I tried to replace
They would not attach again.
The poor rose, taken days to grow
Could be torn apart in few seconds.

Could even the bad deeds of life
Like the petals be torn apart;
Though try much to make it up,
Yet the scars remain behind.

By: - Khirod Dalpati