Life (Poem)

 

 

Down  to  the  earth,
yet  born  to  fly,
a  legend  gave  birth,
aiming  to  the  sky.

Life  flows  like  a  river,
as  wonderful  as  it  can  be,
like  an  arrow  is  to  a  quiver,
friends,  you're  a  part  of  me.

Inevitable  is  death,
worthy  is  our  present  life,
a  name  that  all  loveth,
isn't  earned  by  a  strife.

Yet  some  fight  for  glory,
some  others  for  a  fame,
true  to  Shakespeare's  story,
"What's  there  in  a  name?"

Incredible  is  love,
the  bond  that  unifies  hearts,
as  everlasting  as  a  vow,
never  ending,  once  it  starts.

Yet  life  is  like  a  race,
and  the  sky's  not  the  limit,
competing  each  other  face-to-face,
is  the  only  way  to  win  it.

We  shan't  be  remembered,
for  the  self-services  we  do,
but we shall be revered,
for our righteous virtues.

But sometimes we get entrapped,
feel defeated due to deceit,
a relationship gets snapped,
agony and anger starts to meet.

The past has shaped the present,
the present shapes the future,
yesterday came and went,
pointing our mistakes like a teacher.

Life's not about being alive,
it is truly worth living,
for the gladness you can derive,
is by forgiving and giving. 

 

(Originally composed in 2011)