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.
Copyright © Nikhil Yadav | Year Posted 2015
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