So through the ruggedness of life
A slow but hard task indeed
Moving slowly on the threatening bends
Life is one big harlot,
Accepting all the people to suffer by it.
Life perhaps is a child;
Throwing all the tantrums and truancy.
But through that pothole, I made a passage,
Down below that cave, I curved out a road,
All this for life, just to continue moving
To continue but only forward,
Indeed life has been, and still is
A breathtaking experience
Orison to the almighty
Speeden up my tomorrow
15th October, 2006