A Journey with Struggle

When he was a cradling creature,
He mused none of obscured future
As he grew up the bamboo aright,
Days winged like the summer's night.

None knows what awaits man in morrow.
As a brook,ignorant of course it follow,
Sometimes feels like crying aloud,
And sometimes , dreams of owing a shroud.

Life abounds in blues and blacks,
As in seashore, does suffer the sand,
Now in waves and now in sun;
So awaits the breath, bliss and burns.

In spring do flowers bloom and decay
Man's life so blooms and fades a day,
All hands of fate , the destiny unknown
Strange fortune when counsel it announce.

Row abounds corners and nook,
For future light, rather man dooms
The forbidding interior tells annals none,
Of what but men have within, unknown.

Life rows as sails in ocean's unbound
In hurricanes loss, so do our thought.
In pursuance of some natural good,
It discards roses, bliss or food.