And we meet several types of us, a mirth.
At the end makes us think, was that I,
And the ride never stops until our last bye.
Fetus to Infant, and to a child,
Teen to an adult, an age of wild.
Adult to middle age with emotions piled,
Once we understand life, we go mild.
From being a toddler,
To reaching an age that is way too older.
We weren't born with luxury or things,
Until the last day, a misery to which we cling.
Life is a roller coaster ride,
In a world big and wide.
A place for everyone, for a while to reside,
As it flows, it is better to accept and abide.
No expectation and no repent,
As it works like a venomous serpent.
The ride never stops until death,
As the journey of life starts at birth.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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