Life is like a maze in middle of woods,

We find some temptations,

Like flowers and fruits ,

Some are necessities, some luxuries.

On the path of life not everything is smooth,

Not always black and white, greys reside,

Some uncut,some finely cut hedges,

It is up to us to choose the edges.

Some very narrow  alleys,

Some beautiful shady bowers,

Forever mystery remains,

Whether it leads to showers?

Some open to well manicured avenues,

Faith is renewed in refreshing venues,

Life is a hussle in unnecessary struggles,

Run a race to meet our needs we juggle.

Some paths lead up some go down,

Life is sojourn that still moves on,

Like an oasis in a desert hope is around,

Fresh spring fountains refresh the grounds.

Some lead to dense forest hazards ,

And some roads close in a rigid fist ,

But open to infinite possibilities,

That is what's life journey in a jist.