Life is not a bed of roses <br />Nor is it a throne of thorns <br />Count not your gains and losses <br />Face the future, never lock horns <br /> <br />This life is riddled with toil and trouble <br />The path to glory is strewn with rubble <br />Tread with caution lest you stumble <br />And fall; many a tumble makes you humble <br /> <br />Embroiled in earthly matters <br />Imprisoned by bonds and fetters <br />Communion with the Lord is in tatters <br />And the hope of salvation shatters <br /> <br />For a free and fruitful life we pray <br />With friendly solicitude to fellow beings lay <br />To leave footprints on your way <br />For the like minded to follow day by day <br /> <br />Of prestige, pride and power be wary and shy <br />These are ephemeral and doomed to die <br />With our mortal frame consigned to history <br />With its story of sorrow, fury and glory <br /> <br />This journey through life is a trial sans sentence <br />For righteous humans with divine defence <br />Against immoral thoughts and deeds, a barbed fence <br />Against flaws in humaneness and common sense <br /> <br />Every human life is deluged with delusion <br />In its little microcosm of illusion <br />Distanced from any dream vision <br />And blinded by its egocentric mission<br /><br />Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-life-13/
