Life is a wonderful, exciting fest
Where our worth is always put to test
Once the fest comes to an end
We replenish ourselves in our nest
Some rides in the fest are so tough
When situation seem to be rough
That's when we are tested the most
Brooding at times , I have had enough!
These are times when we wish to reach the end
But then we get a hope , a solace , a friend
Who helps you out of the maze
His help, his comforts always ready to lend
Yet in the same maze, he might get caught
When your helps is silently sought
To play your part , tear his problems apart
That's when precious memories are wrought
There are also times we need our solitude
To seek our minds's blissful beatitude
When we withdraw into ourselves
Though with a sense of utter gratitude
We will fall down, we will fly high
Sometimes with a smile , sometimes with a cry
Yet always finding the much needed peace
Resting our self in the nest built in the sky
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| image: ParkeHarrison Prompted by image at Magpie Tales and FormForAll: Rubaiyat Quatrains at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Samuel Peralta. An attempt at writing at Rubaiyat Quatrain which is characterized with the rhyme scheme AABA . |
