I read a blog on life and wanted to write something on life..and i thought to start with life's start itself.. what life is?.I think i finished it well.
From times beginning line,
And through eons so fine,
There has always been a solid set way,
Through which no decision could sway,
And though that way is often fearful,
But it is truly wonderful,
For it is the path of life,
And is a way so full of strife,
That no one can hold mind
That no one can see in kind,
And from the highest peak,
Where life holds on with grasp so meek,
To the deepest sea alive,
Where life moves easily ,
Birth is the same as is death and sorrow,
Yet equally is love and joy on the morrow,
For each has its place,
And each has its steady pace,
For all is the same blank case,
But all hold a serenely varied face,
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