Its like standing in an elevator,
which takes you to an unknown level.

You might land up in an oasis,
while travelling through a desert.

Fall from a bed of petals,
to a pit full of thorns.

Life is that erratic!
You don’t know what it does next.

But that doesn’t mean you squander your time,
fearing all its’ games.

Fate shall fetch whatever it wants;
Karma is yours, Go stay alive!

The End

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