The Quest of Life
Great heights, great slopes
Uneven seems the road
Nothing can be seen beyond a point
What exists there?
Is it a beginning?
Or an end?
Of happiness or sorrow?
Success or failure?
Will it be a rum mystery?
Or the trodden steps of the marked destiny?
Hopes and despair
Turns and twists
All exist in the patterned parcels of life
And he has to delve out
The simple ways of happiness
In life.
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