Life is a set of three
phases
Not less than trees but
mazes
Small as ant, large as
lands
But has dimensions
trapped beyond sands
First come phases,
created by meeting to
souls
Angels give blessings,
Demons top play role
Like God of love had
proved its worth.
Giving name to this auspicious beauty called
as birth.
Second phase of life, a
mixture of heat and cold
its nothing but an Illusion
of humans world
It seems to be a Boat but
as remote
Dividing it to memories
and is known as growth.
Last is a truth blamed by
reasons
Which is quite and work
in all season
Timely at rest, slowly
counting each breath
Treason and test,
commonly known as
death.
This completes the circle
of muse
Sometimes we won,
sometimes we loose
Ringed by some and
some are forced to hide
Unknown, by me it is
personified!
