Life is like a progressive move
That began in sitting love
The chilling movements of the boom
The transforming months of the Babe
The nursing hours in the womb
Arriving like a holy lamb
Weeping for the wicked world
Adjusting to the mother word
Sitting wholly on holy land
With the mighty strength of hand
Crawling sweetly on the feet
Standing lonely as it fits
Babbling something in his way
Like the mother used to say
Walking mainly as it is
Without something as his case
Growing like the planted seed
Changing sizes as he needs
Standing firm like parent trees
Just beside the rushing seas
Falling in a rushing sea
Changing like the mother tree
Nursing in the womb began
Like the parent tree has done...
What a stage of life so good
Transiting up above the world
Even when the world has end
We still have a place to leave
Looking good throughout the pace
Even when the death come
Do we have a chance again?
Then we shall know the fate of life
..... May God fill the pen of upcoming poets with the ink of renowned knowledge to get the world of poetry fulfilled beyond what Shakespeare did...