Surfer's poem: Life
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Surfer's poem: Life

A tiny infant seed, the purest form of human breed, grows, grows and grows, Flows, flows and flows, writes Srishti Punjani.

india Updated: Mar 06, 2006 12:25 IST

A tiny infant seed

The purest form of human breed,

Grows, grows and grows

Flows, flows and flows

He grows up to be a naughty child

He is restless he is wild

With vibrant activity he bustles

Like a thunderstorm he rustles

Now he becomes a confident teen,

His personality pleasant his eyes so keen

His green hair, his refreshing face,

Living life at his own pace

He now turns to a confident man

Bearing the burden of his whole clan

His stern and compassionate look

Innumerous stones he shook

With aggravating wrinkles he becomes old

His hair now greyhens breath now cold

His cheeks droop, his eyes sink

And he is over in a blink.

With phases vaxing-vaning

With storms fast prevailing

For every happiness did he strife

In a beautiful journey called life.

Mata Jai Kaur Public School, New Delhi

First Published: Mar 04, 2006 12:56 IST