Grey Life
There must be light; There ought to be shade; Amidst life’s every fight, We’re hurt with life’s blade. We fall into the ditch of despair; Still, this life goes on and on; Weal and woe is nothing rare; There must be shower and the sun. It’s too tough to become a stoic; We oscillate like a pendulum; A daredevil is not heroic; A timid has to pay every sum. There must be loss; There ought to be gain; Still, trust not in gloss; Else, it might always rain. Being made of flesh and blood, We endeavour to defy destiny; It can bring drought, can bring flood; Fortune rules his tyranny. We, sometimes, get too weary; We, sometimes, give up hope; Well, life must be dreary; We must learn how to cope. Who can foretell our future? We need to become calm; This society is a vulture; This life feels too humdrum. How to add some variety? We need some spices, for sure; There is sa...