Life is like running water,
At time tend to follow the paths of  gutter,
Never knowing which way is better,
Its journey is neither longer nor shorter.

Sometimes on its way causing disasters,
Leaving behind many a blisters,
Like a flooded brimming river,
Life has no one to call a driver, but just meander

Seasons comes and go, up comes a chilling winter,
Life stiffly transforming into an armed hunter,
Numbing and destroying the vulnerable in its freezer,
Waiting for the cold to pass and warmth to enter

Today you are poor and other day richer,
Or feel richer compared to a preacher,
A preacher mistaken to be a teacher,
Yet life can turn one’s situation to a butcher.

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