Poem -

life

Life

Life is like a river

That flows towards

Designated destination,

Not to perish in the sea,

But to continue its existence,

In the new form of view;

Life is like a wind

That blows towards

Different possible directions,

It stops not to end,

But change its movement

To other direction as well;

Life is like the sun

That rises every morning

And sets every evening,

Not to disappear in the dark,

But to continue its journey,

At a dawn of a new day;

Like is like a rain

That pours throughout the earth,

With no token of flooding;

It stops in the east

To continue in the west,

Alternatively to other directions;

Life is like weather,

It changes automatically,

With prospect of good results;

The happiness of today,

The sorrow of tomorrow,

Expectation of the best,

Obtainment of the worst;

Life is like a grape tree

That becomes fruitful

In the rainy season,

But dries in the windy season,

Not to wilt permanently,

But to protect itself against

Winter, with its dry layer;

Life is like a feature film,

Starring oneself,

Created by parents,

Directed by friendship,

Written by God,

Produced by partnership

And then it is the end.

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