Cycle

Take life as it comes.
Sing along the song it hums.
Every moment is a passing phase.
Each phase has a different face.
Moments passed never come back.
Phases do return in different pack.
Life is a cycle of pain and pleasure.
This duo love ‘life’ to spend their leisure!
Joy and sorrow are never to stay.
They enter and exit in their own way.
Cycle of life moves ahead;
It never stops until dead.
The cycle has no brakes.
Gears adjust life to curves it takes.
The road is uneven and rocky.
Blind curves prove highly risky.
The cycle has to cross all these.
It cannot skip any of those.
Short cuts may prove dangerous.
Impediments faced could be disastrous.
Roads are not bad all along.
They get smoothened off and on.
Roads meet highways quite often.
It is sheer joy and fun to ride on.
Roads and routes change for none.
In the predestined route, cycle has to run.
Till green, ride the cycle.
With choice or against will;
Signal shows red.
Cyclist drops dead.
Cycle is snatched by God.
Life returns to its ‘Lord’.