One dark chilly winter morning As I lay awake in the world of slumber I saw my conscience hidden In a dark corner. Neither did I creep, Nor did I curb, I wonder why? I didn’t stir. And life took its normal course Disdainful lover or Splendid spouse At times a musical note of love At times a gruesome baritone Sometimes it appeared as majestic height Sometimes it disappeared as a sigh I wandered up and down the scales of life’s music A melody, a comedy and a filthy fly Until, until, the day spring reappeared Inquiring floral morals of life Oh! Dear Then, tis then, I remembered… My conscience was hiding in a dark corner.
Life’s like that Momentary passions of passionate Desirous efforts of desolates An after effect of the warriors An ultimate zest of the ambitious Life’s like that for everyone Life’s like that for everyone A mantelpiece for the host A job divine for the assiduous A heartless effort for the materialistic A passionate work for the artistic Life’s like that for everyone Life’s like that for everyone A golden scripture embedded with gems A cart of wheel for the long forgotten A scrumptious meal for the veteranian An educational piece for the educationists Life’s like that for everyone.