It starts from a special day
And diverges out like a ray
It accelerates in showers of affection
And retards in clutches of detestation
It often has to compromise
And abandon personal interest sites
It often takes a leaf out of one’s book
And itself turns into a new book
It sometimes has to be beside the mark
And gradually make its own mark
It often has to move heaven and earth
And tirelessly make its space on the earth
It faces all odds and evens
And tries best to make its path even
It rocks and rolls in times of gay
And is disturbed when woe has its say
It rushes to its destination
And shines as bright as the sun
It is gone through by all
And does anyone know what it is
It is the pitch called life..