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