This is life

Tears when first splashed off your tiny young eyes,
The news as a petrichor had spread far and wide.
In the minds were being built propitious dreams,
Embellished with hopes to support in your blues and your greens.

Today, when tears splash off your tiny old eyes,
Except for the evergreen tree of lies,
You find no shoulder to brood and to grieve,
There lies scattered and shattered your hopes and your dreams which you once wished to weave.

This is life!
This is life!

Once, when you laid in your cotton chambered bed,
Moaning and grieving calming your embarrassed soul,
Soon, you discover yourself amidst the smiles of your cherished lads,
Fighting them to leave and wanting to mourn alone.

Today, dominates your face a winsome smile,
 Reminiscing the influence of a handful of uninfluential souls.
Synchronously weeping recollecting the cherished laughter of cherished ones for a while,
Requesting lord to return back those he unanticipatedly stole.

This is life!
This is life!