Sometimes, the mankind looks back,
The perils it has faced seemed to have calmed down,
And their winds rise above and strike the face to remove darkness, of color black
To peace the mind and jewel it with happiness, on its crown!

The spent times of hardships and sorrows held the heart,
So delicate in shambles and the tragic part,
Swings between the past and the present, the mind says
It’s all over! After all a fantastic journey is that, which this dreadful path lays

The story of each individual starts with the deafening cry,
Of the newborn and ends in a deep moaning place of emotions bare and dry,
It’s all a vision that has been conspicuously portrayed by God,
No one knows how to question its beauty and odd??

For the soul that seeks wisdom and sanctity,
The path is rather too wide, not away from divinity,
When the dim stature reaches its abode, then it knows,
That the life is a bubble, which when pricked goes nowhere
And when blown rises up and glows!!