A GLIMPSE OF LIFE
Life's regret of life within,
Bound to so many ups & downs
Never to end somewhere on the edge
As expected to cease than thought.
To linger around the wall of death,
Showing identity for a while on the land
To endure the virtue of being live
And to enjoy pansy is a wish.
No creature seem safe from it
Nor can save one by prestige or power
From routing them out of the way
As its hand long enough to engulf.
A lord whose power one submits to his foot,
One whom all count on head of his presence
Often taking refuge in them although
Never be saved than to drag feet.
One's after-life be save on paradise
That we surrender our soul before
And never against but taking refuge
To whom always we accord at first.