UnmappedTrap

Life is a set of three

phases

Not less than trees but

mazes

Small as ant, large as

lands

But has dimensions

trapped beyond sands

First come phases,

created by meeting to

souls

Angels give blessings,

Demons top play role

Like God of love had

proved its worth.

Giving name to this auspicious beauty called

as birth.

Second phase of life, a

mixture of heat and cold

its nothing but an Illusion

of humans world

It seems to be a Boat but

as remote

Dividing it to memories

and is known as growth.

Last is a truth blamed by

reasons

Which is quite and work

in all season

Timely at rest, slowly

counting each breath

Treason and test,

commonly known as

death.

This completes the circle

of muse

Sometimes we won,

sometimes we loose

Ringed by some and

some are forced to hide

Unknown, by me it is

personified!