A beautiful start and a perfect end,
I wish, I demand.
A life I always thought of,
looked different and apart.
It is an end!! I think sometimes,
But is it? I merely ask.
Sailing along the ocean of grief,
full of emotions deep and dark.
I wish if a storm would come someday,
blows me away and takes me far.
A beautiful image reflects the river I stand beside,
so young, attracting and pleasing he looks;
much of like me I thought,
Or maybe it’s me, when I looked inside.
I could see the life I merely spent,
I could see the life much of which is left.
It’s not an end , just a phase of life I think,
much to live, more to spend,
And I stand again to live again,
a life I always thought of;
much to live, more to spend.
A time will come one day,
when I will be old and pale;
“That will be the time, perfect to ask,
is this an end? Perfect or dark”