I Pass Through Phases Of Life Armed With A Smile. Poem by RADHAKRISHNAN KRISHNAN

From this phase to that phase,
Navigating through tangled maze,
Through society's intolerant ways,
Forward & backward at reckless pace.

Moments when I died before my own eyes,
Drowning at bottom of whirlpool of lies,
Washed away in turbulent rapids of future,
Bruised, battered, still alive with sutures.

In the hayride of life another year passed,
In its path many funeral carteges crossed,
Like grasshopper, I hop from grass to grass,
At what phase will leap be from grass to grace?

For one triumph there are hundred trials,
Before destination, there are miles and miles,
In a world infested with sorrows and wiles,
I pass through phases armed with a smile.