Life

A tiny infant seed The purest form of human breed Grows, grows & grows Flows, flows & flows He grows up to be a naughty child He is restless, he is wild With vibrant activity he bustles Like a thunderstorm he rustles. Now he becomes the confident His personality pleasant & eyes so keen His green hair his refreshing face Living life at his own pace. He now turns into a responsible man Bearing the burden at his own clan His stern and compassionate look Innumerous souls he shook. With aggravating wrinkles he becomes old His hair now grey & his breath now cold- His cheeks droop, his eyes sink And he is over in a blink. With phases vaning-vaning With storms fast prevailing For every happiness did he strife In a beautiful journey called life.