Paradox of Life

The world is a stage of many colours Whilst life, a vogue show with countless actors. Earth is a brown carpet of meadow greens Where meagre flowers grow in plastered fields. . Life is a young sadistice raging bull; Knocking out the recent castrated hope; Leaving behind a horde of utmost gloom Wrapped in a blanket of precarious doom. . Life is a set sui generis onyx, Glistening to the dance of charming frocks; Invading the peace of saccharine clutch With her enthralling dinghy-cupid touch. . As destiny made us quiver with fear And shiver at the sight of hope's dim-glare; We crave for a home in the glitzy sky Where tracks of desperate life can ne'er ply. . Aye! We pledge allegiance to life's comfort With loyalty, we come without distort Before the presence of life flowing thrive. Why shall we not enjoy her without strife? . (c) TreasuRite 2017