We go from non-existence, to existence,
And then to non-existence again.
In between there is this little thing
We call life.
Some call it beautiful,
Some say it's ugly.
Some only find sadness,
Some lives happily.
Some cry even when they have everything,
Some smile even when they have nothing.
Some say it's short,
Some find it way too long.
Some want to live more,
Some don't even want to live for another moment.
Some walks with a crowd,
Some spend it alone.
For some it's always a mystery,
Some never care.
Some gets hurt
Some hurt others
Some hates,
Some loves,
Like so many people,
There are many ways of living.
Whichever way we choose,
There is one truth,
One day,
It will end.

© vyom