Life has it's own twists and turns,
at times it displays colorful beacons,
next moment thrashes you into pitiless storms.
And folk says, that makes us strong enough!
What about that part we loose in that process ?
the pain and suffering it takes ?
nobody likes to address!
To some it serves with golden spoon,
others victims of inanition ?
Why is the race always fixed ?
Every time a jack secures the game.
The vast winsome sky,
for few symbol of opportunity,
and others a mere feeling of emptiness.
Dreams, hopes, achievements flooding,
and nourishing the greenery.
Concurrently the same being trampled unsparingly,
under copious burdens!
Why is it that the needy adapt,
and wealthy luxuriate for aye ?
Does that relates past deeds and reincarnation!
Benignant persons are dying,
Why doesn't their humanity counts?
Is that your equity?
Alas, life! You're unruly and biased.
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