The road of life
Uneven and vast
Upon which we walk
Unto the last
Is a well trodden path
Subject to many a whim
And what lies in front
Is mysterious and dim
There are many pitfalls
Lying in the way
Into which we fall
When led astray
Though some are led
By a beacon’s beam
Which ethereally
From far off gleams
In times of gloom
The horizon is dark
And none can hear
The song of the lark
No one is there
To pity our plight
Where shall we go?
Lead. Kindly light.
The gloom will be pierced
When we abandon grief
But until then
We dash on a reef
O! suffering
But thou art unkind
To thus affect
Our heart and our mind
The music of life
Again and again
Perfects itself
And strikes the chord of pain
And makes us dance
To the tune it plays
Inscrutable indeed
Are destiny’s ways
But life is like
A see-saw too
And offers us
A double view
It has its ‘ups’
Along with the ‘downs’
It has its smiles
Along with the frowns
It offers us pleasure
On a golden platter
And can be heard
Amidst the noise and chatter
Though pleasure, we know
Is slippery as an eel
And only, transiently
Can we its presence feel
So life’s a balance
Between joy and sorrow
An intermediary
Between yesterday and tomorrow
It reveals its hue
According to the time and place
And tries to show us
What lies behind the haze
On the feathery wings
Of the fugacious time
Happily rides life
Amidst the dust and grime
A chapter closes
And another starts
As life, like a startled
Deer, ahead quickly darts….