Road of life: A Journey Everybody Must Witness



Road of life, so crooked and narrow
Few sole saunters its terrain
Skipping over dungeons
Tiptoed around thorns
The shield-less baked
As the burning brimstone flamed
Pothole aches the heart of the insular
As the coins turns its face in particular
Chameleon sucks the blood, so fresh
From the wavering water’s flesh
Why yearn for its evanescent beauty?
That simmers into horrors with adversity?
The fangs drenched with drawing slobber
Fiercely biting the headless to a dauber
Sage flies over an abrupt fall with stocks
Feeble crushed down by firing rocks
The swifts overhauled the staggering wind
With every ephemeral opportunity linked
Many run its lanes in its corridors
Weaklings are stricken in closed doors
Leave me with my own world
But the world always joins the cord
If you cannot play its game
Never give it a thought
Road of life, hills and valleys
Road of life a journey
Everybody must go 



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