Life is not a straight line

How many points you add

At the end of the line, if you

Look back, it clear how many

Curves you have done, as I said

Life is not a straight line

Whatever theory you draw

All your theory will be revised

To prove the life line is not

Straight, the moment you try

To feel that, you are moving

Horizontally, you will sure face

An uncertain downfall as if

Like a roller coaster ride, sudden up

Sudden down, taking your breath away

And finally creating a bumpy way

Sometimes scary, sometimes shouting

But for sure not a straight way

Life is life a tiny river

Which almost dries in winter and

Runs in rain, making her way

Left and right curves through

The green village, dividing the

Fields, crossing the hills, taking

The shape of water fall

Sometimes even dig through

The trail, flowing gently in the

Spring and dancing in the rain

Life is certainly not a straight

Line, whatever you try to prove

It will come back again and again

As a muddy stinky & pain

Life is like a day in the desert

And night fall in the same

Extreme hot and burns in the Sun

And seeing the belly dancing

In the moonlit night

With the glass full of wine

Chilled and cold, igniting the want

Inside and mouth watering greed,

whispering and embracing

The sin, life is like all these

Reckless drive, top speed of racing car

Dashed through the sideways and

Coming back to track and sometimes

Stopped long before the black and white

Flag.