Life !

                         LIFE

Life, O!,what are you? Could anyone say?

No, not a single person told it well.

Sometimes, it is smooth and soft

As a  lovely river, running slowly.

But sometimes! It is merely a roar

Pearcing harshly the ear of listener.

For someone life is calm and cool

 And for some others for work, a tool.

Some enjoy it as a soothing breeze,

For some, a lightning burning things on the way.

And for some it is a summer shower

Blooming  the flora in colourful attire.

On some days it is a flood of tears

And some days it is fun and laughter.

Some find it as a dungeon with chains

And some use it as wings to fly freely.

Some feel it as a path to walk for bread

And for  some a treasure for pleasure.

Some people make it a shelter to rest

And some take it as a work spot so vast.

Some build it as a mansion of love,

Some create in it a hell of hatred.

Some turn it as a road tarred to travel

And for some a cocoon for penance.

Some cook it as a dish delicious for eating,

For some it is a chance apt for cheating.

Some change it, for success, into a venture

And some turn it into a matter of adventure.

Some mould it into a ware designed skillfully,

Some destroy it as a glass, into broken pieces.

For some people it is a reason for depression

And for some, a medium of self–expression.

Sometimes it is a mountain to be conquered,

And sometimes a valley to be occupied.

But life is nothing other than all these

And  keeps on, life-wheel, rolling and rolling.

Always out of it, let your ‘self’ make the best,

 And allow never to be covered with rust.

Adopt steps that will lead you to be bold,

Reap you can then cent percent gold.