The Poem of Life

Life is a river, flowing free,
Twisting, turning, a path to see.
A gentle stream or a raging tide,
A journey vast, where dreams reside.

Born of whispers, a fragile start,
A beating rhythm, a tender heart.
Moments bloom like flowers in spring,
Each a melody the soul can sing.

Life is a canvas, broad and wide,
Painted with hues of joy and pride.
But storms may come, and colors may fade,
Yet in the darkness, stars are made.

It’s the dance of the sun, the kiss of the rain,
The joy of love, the ache of pain.
The rise of hope, the fall of tears,
A story spun through fleeting years.

Life is a book, with pages white,
Written with courage, bathed in light.
Chapters end, and new ones start,
Each a tale etched in the heart.

It’s the laughter shared, the lessons learned,
The bridges crossed, the passions burned.
The hands we hold, the dreams we chase,
The timeless beauty of every face.

Life is a journey, a fleeting song,
Both bitter and sweet, yet never wrong.
It asks no answer, needs no plan,
Just to live, to love, to understand.

So dance to its rhythm, walk its maze,
Embrace its nights, and cherish its days.
For life is a gift, profound, divine—
A fleeting spark, forever mine.

#UmasreeRaghunath

(20 Nov 2024)