Life, beaming in a drop, hanging down a leaf,
Life, that surpasses the shackles of belief,
Life, flowing upon the rigid bed of rocks,
Life, like a standing pile of balancing blocks,
Life, always walks a path along the valley steep,
Life, a warrior against the darkness deep,
Life, breathing the hearts’ tiny beat,
Life, like the fading impressions of the feet,
Life, that rhymes with the known, and a few unknown,
Life, stands atop the brittle heights of heartless clones,
Life, to live the worth of each body and soul,
Life, to rest upon after an accomplished goal.
Eshani Sathe is a student, a Kathak dancer, a blogger and celebrates her passionate connect with life by writing endlessly, tirelessly on http://www.myshortstories-eshani.blogspot.in/