The Wave

The world is full of cold hearts Being bold is not a suggestion told. The road is in a mood, with a crude little boat. The float in the boat is of no use at all, the battle is not over But, a battle scar is left.. Theft in the west A treasure chest to the left, over the crest. Life is a wave on the sea, Life is a game with other souls on its sea Life is a game being played by those who are brave to face the cave of darkness and sorrow.. Life is played in the mist of choices. Freedom will come but, efforts will count, what more in life is upto you to decide...? ! This is a topic which shall have no end or demise. By Manthra