Beauty of life

Life is a strife,
As sharp as a knife,
Maybe we have to travel miles,
Let it be with smiles.

Immersed in this ride,
We forget our stride,
Unwillingly we strive,
for the worldliness we derive.

Far ahead of all race,
Lays the man's pace,
still it trods to darkness,
With utter eagerness.

We try to reason
even the future of the sun
But by creating this prison
We teach our lesson.

Those who seek leisure
And define it pleasure
Shall not know the value of toil
That enriches the soil.

Both the ends
Are near the bends
That shackle the mankind
To the death of its mind.

Rage or sorrow
You may not borrow
But if you share either
You will end up with neither.


Pleasure or pain
Are never in vain
They make a change
That defines our range.


Seeking life's treasure
Is a big thing to measure
For life itself is a treasure
That we need to seizure.