Life is a very long track,
of the fresh moments and the memories,
the miracles and the blessings,
about the rich and the poor times.
In the long journey,
exists a span of struggle,
an extraordinary loop of life,
the timeless old aged times.
The sufferings in the struggle,
the sharp curves of the path,
the pain that emerges,
the unbearable of the end.
With zero satisfaction,
with no hopes to survive,
still trying not to starve,
bunch of strength and a brave heart.
The time has its wings,
bulky laughter and sweet scenes,
freshly brewed to the buffer,
sipping them till the infinite.
The scary and the shivering future,
the trap of not the end,
the well cherished memories,
a call to live infinite times ahead.
Atharva Gadre 