Life begins in a blissful state,
Waking into this world oblivious of our fate,
Kicking and wailing, thus announcing our arrival,
Welcomed by dear ones to this worldly survival,
Surrounded by joy and unlimited laughter,
Devoid of inequality, be it a son or daughter.
Life as a child is one of games,
Momentary doubts and demanding claims,
Full of mischief and daring acts,
So rightly termed then as endearing brats,
Filled with friends and eternal fun,
Always rejoicing and on the run.
Teenage is the toughest of all,
None can predict the moods at all,
Yearning to shed the child and grow,
The lessons to be learnt so painfully slow,
Burdened with unsteady and confused minds,
Refusing to be tied down by anything that binds.
The dawn of adolescence, an uneasy phase,
One is neither a child nor an adult in their ways,
The demands of the world are alarmingly new,
The ones who smoothly sail are but a few.
Hearts thriving in love, some bundled with rage,
The temptations are infinite in that captious age.
An adult is born waging many a fight,
If a matter of choice, none would exercise this right,
An illusion of authority and control for men
Entailing duty and responsibility, we realize then,
Far from the pleasures of the good, old life,
Every moment, one of relentless strife.
Life still continues its timeless spell,
From adult to old age, till the untimely bell,
Having been led through an endless maze,
Life at last ceases to be a race.
Whatever it may be or blatantly seem,
Death alone can quench, the zest for life.