Life is

Life is all about a baffle monopoly;

We invest to earn thrice the amount

And we loose to our broad discomposure want.

We instil ourselfeves to the needs of passivity

And wait for miracles to happen expeditiously.

We all travel to advertise what we are to be,

Some climb the levels of mastery

Few and far between fail to land.

We our own self menace our life indeed

Feeding the needs that we are not fit to live

Our contemporary portraiture die out

When the bout clean up the sheet.

So, Oh dear friend! Lookout!

Lookout the salt mines you take in

And endow yourself to the best to win.

Mark my words, Oh Nice!

I never bid your grim.