Do we know when and from where it’d stem?
Does it spare a life even if (s)he were a gem?
Memory of the departed stays back as a totem.
Their souls leave us, but we never leave them.
Life’s good, but not always. Cruel are its uncertainties.
Life’s good, but not to all. It attacks us, like a praying mantis.
It burns many dreams, and many goals,
and continues its game with unsuspecting souls.
PS: My thoughts and prayers are with the 45 helpless people who lost their lives in the recent bus accident at Mahbubnagar.
Control toys wholly – we can
and make them execute many a plan.
We can impart emotions and voices
and play the way fate does with us.
What surprises the next second might spring I certainly know not.
What turns life might take is certainly beyond my thought.
Darkness exists, as does light that fails not to give its glow.
Be prepared to face what life may bring, for uncertain is existence’s flow.
A million dreams shatter into pieces
when on us its cruelty fate releases.
Many a flower has withered in its prime
when for no reason life cut short its time.