Game of Life

It fly high in the sky like a knight With muscular bosom through the tuff air Too much chatter, ups n downs than spreads a quite One branch to another, incredible destiny's fair Entitled to sky, from down to eve life belongs here Flying above the peak towards the sun light We lives here in a huge herd Sometimes we have a lot to say But sometime there is no word We were laughing fun, now lonely at the Bay What a big play is this, from cloud to clay I think life is a beauteous bird Wondering on the wings of hope n with struggle, life is perfectly curved. Claws with full of Josh and glooming eyes Sometime the circumstances are not ok or feathers are curled But we know after every sunset, dark, we gets a rise There is the law, the flow of nature not just a dice We have endless surfaces of dreams, aims Really life is a beautiful bird.

Hey! you Today! Do you remember those shiny days; When happiness coming from many ways. It was nice, cosy, sweet; like floating ganga: And now here only a deep void sound Lay's. Oh! that time, Burden was just a word from thrilling story; Hailing Seems irrigation, like God gives exciting lottery. And in this stave of life, I know that was a superstition: Oof! cause now all those loathsome words are a part of my drizzling poetry. Why? Why! time changes during this longevity, I don't know; Then greeting with hundreds, but I am in solitude boat now. Laughing, fun with friends; I hate this possession of procrastinator monkey: From those electron to pinioned in the mural of failure; what a bloody Newton law. Hey! Today! but you know something; In old time it just a boy is living; And now, search for existence, which my struggle is giving. Woah! still I am alive in the igloo of shallow: And I can hear the harbour of divine is cheering. This is true, that burdens make intersection with...