Treasure Island

Praveen Kumar In Celestial Glow


Life Is Duty's Clarion Call


What is life after all,
But for enacting appointed role;
What is life after all,
But for duty’s clarion call.

Bundled with life is background,
Around it life is closely wound
To play around till time’s end
And judge upgrade to next round.

Emotions pad the life’s core,
To carry the sail to far shore;
Intellect spurs to invest care
To guard against wear and tear.

Remember lines and act your part,
When time calls, prepare to quit,
Don not roles for others meant –
This does make life easy and bright.

Some shoots high, others fall short
Just to meet the needs of script;
No high or low, or first or last
In lexicon of life at nature’s hest.

No passions worth in life’s long walk
While walk is meant for targeted mark;
Look around; drape life like cloth of silk,
Enjoy life’s frolics from abstract nook.

Life is a light to guide the self
To appointed distant safe shelf;
Have it steady to cover the gulf
That seeks you like a hungry wolf.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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