Life As A Highway

Be it the work of good or bad

Both together make life

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad

But it is incomplete unless it has had

A bit of struggle, a bit of strife

Endless joy is baseless

Every wish being granted

Is pointless

And so would life be, unless

The bitter seed too, were counted

Where there is light, there is shadow

Both cannot be without the other

If grass be removed from the meadow

All that remains, is land, lifeless and hollow

Joy or pains, both have the same mother

Both together form the same root

Both absorb water for the same tree

The tree that will bear the fruit

The result of marching on with the same boot

Marching the march of life, knowing well that nothing is free

One can never have everything

One can never please everyone

Life is a song you must sing

Life is a story in which you are king

A story that is not always fun

All men are loved as much as hated

‘Tis fictional that all men will fight with you

Some will, in their minds, be differentiated

According to which, in the bad ranks, you will be rated

Nothing is false, nothing is true

Just as you may want some to fall

Some others will want to see you do so too

There is nothing wrong, nothing at all

Differences will always be a wall

That shall separate the sweet bud from the dew

Hence, think about what has been said

Life is one long highway

There is a road to be traveled ahead

That can only be done with a cool head

For after rain, there is always the sun’s ray

:-C.S.Sailendra