it is a steady walk
climbing the steep
descending the slope
crossing the valley
jumping over the pits
wading through the waters
all done in a way
throughout the days
most synonymous with life
surrounded by trials
encircled by tiffs
endowed with bliss
entangled by myths
all experienced in a way
throughout the days
a life, not of bed of roses
a walk, not over the smooth surface
a dishevelled and disturbed path
that be in life and tread
a great resemblance found
by all at all 
times.
Meenas Poems 