A Thing Called Life.....

Journey of life and new day ,

Friends and me growing old every day,

Moving on in life and its complex ways,

I tend to understand some and some have troubled me all the way.

For love and lost,

For joy and sorrow are part of this thing we call life.

But they have grown old within me,

Tend to lose control,

My guardian angels, protecting all the way.

I repose myself and am ready to fight again.

I’m a soldier and life’s a battle field,

Mines of problems and enemy alien friends spread all around,

I ride towards victory of this version of a thing called life.

Ayush Negi