Coming of age is kindred stage,
Where life will capture your further gage,
To brim over its strange page,
Without offering you any wage...|
Started thinking in a certain way..
That's when you became brio's prey,
But all this is composed of clay...
So..don't worry my friend..!
It isn't going to be forever stay..
..Sometimes..
Ecstasy will make you to feel delight,
Storm tempers you to get up & fight,
Woes will build you to suffer blight,
Besides....
Peace engages you to clear dark night.
But
In the end..
"Sun" works to deliver you light..!
From..
"Crawling" to "bowling",
"Rising" to "falling".
"Pimples" to "wrinkles",
"Singles" to "mingles".
"Extending" to "bending",
"Commending" to "offending".
"Insanity" to "sanity",
"Morality" to "immortality".
Everything is planned..
Noone lives here just as a free-man.
Existence has its own fascination..
To tell us about varied age graduation!
It is in our hands now..
To pass,fail or rather nail!
Because atlast..
Not Every BIOGRAPHY is "The FAIRYTALE"..