POEM
With each passing day
we walk along the bridge of life.
It is tedious and arduous
to climb the bridge
built in an ascending order.
With each passing day
a man/woman climbs
up the bridge of life
which becomes higher and higher
and it is natural that
he/she finds it difficult
to climb up the ‘ladder’ of life
and if one is incapable of
walking up the bridge of life
and is forced to climb down
which ultimately leads to his/her death.
Those who succeed in
walking up the ‘ladder’ of life
reach the ‘summit’ and
gradually walk down to
the valley of death on the other side,
from which there is
no escape ultimately….
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