Life in all its Luring beauty, <br />Dreams at their tempting best, <br />hopes of reaching high for stars, <br />carried away in this endless quest. <br /> <br />From the arms of affection <br />to the embrace of death, <br />Transition comes with every breath, <br />and i count the days lost and left. <br /> <br />Thriving for another chance to fight, <br />Fearing to disappear forever in night, <br />Uncertain about the tides of fate <br />I trudge the path of love and hate. <br /> <br />Life has lots to reveal, lots to attract, <br />Concealing the most endured fact, <br />presenting riches, pushing to ruins, <br />Unchanged in its dishonest act. <br /> <br />At its door, i am, a knocking guest, <br />With plans to stay for a while <br />to win, to lose, to applaud and amuse, <br />To seek a rank before i rest.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-cradle-and-grave/
