The Life: The Road For The Finest Journeys

By Rizwanulla A

The roads of life are made for the finest journeys,

And not for the races that take place in hurries;

To travel with an ambition of worthy,

And to drive as a character of sturdy.

As the rain falls from the sky,

With an unconscious mind, one's eyes may cry;

Shedding the water droplets of pearl,

When one experiences the life of whirl.

Being the only artist of his life,

One must draw his world with some responsibilities;

And a little planning and energy to strive,

Having a mindset of positive possibilities.

In times of darkness,

Negatives play his part with heartlessness;

And in these times one must maintain his calmness,

Without falling into his web by sharpness.

Time is always selfish, without waiting for others,

And if it weren't so, we would've been slower for forever;

Without exploring the journeys of colours,

And we might've also lost our role as an endeavour.

From the Sun, the Moon reflects the light,

To illuminate the Earth at night;

And with an intensity to vanish the darkness,

Like the river water in stillness.

When you're in tough times,

Work hard for the brightness;

With an attitude of gentleness,

And with the great power of perseverance

By Rizwanulla A