RIP

Each step constructed each day,

The promise to self-made each day,

Each day the graph only rises and elevates,

Rapidly growing not straight but rather alarmingly,

Leaving the realm of certainty,

Bounded only by uncertainty,

Each day cursing and admiring simultaneously,

Each day blessing and belittling simultaneously.

For,

Absolutes are only two-

That of taking birth and dying one day,

But what is in between is the whole maze!

Shakespeare's "The Seven Ages of life",

Beautifully expressed and quoted,

Tracing the passage from one's childhood to one's death,

Traversing each day,

Taking one more step further each day,

We grow and prosper,

We decay and finally get wither,

But the soul stays,

The eternal soul rests,

Rests in peace

As each one of us say!