The line of demarcation
between nectar and poison
gradually tapers to become
indistinct, nonexistent
once life takes shape
tossing the baby
out of the anaesthetic abyss
tied up with Sisyphean predicament
grows up little knowing
the grievous consequence
plays gleefully hide and seek
with death, the tormentor
and apparent liberator
like a vehicle in
undulating bumpy terrain
like an aircraft in
overcast hazy sky
begins the rollercoaster journey
resolves firmly to withstand
the onslaughts of Tsunami
refuses to be blown away
by hurricane of sufferings.
as he realises pretty well
a valiant fighter deserves kudos
trickling from the aroma of
heartrending sighs
from the impeccably calm
immortal portraits
preserved in the
glittering golden chest of Time
life is steeped in eternal struggle
intermittently defying death
and vindicating own supremacy.