Just a Prose

Life goes on in an unharmonious synchronization,

This is really the beauty of it,

Trudging the lanes less often taken,

With unknown consequences staring at your face,

The echo of the sound, which resounds,

Unmellifluously at first,

Sounds better with every taken step,

That is really the beauty of it,

Life is now cool and calm,

No sense of urgency whatsoever,

But less realizing the fact that,

There's a lull before a storm,

Which will take you by surprise,

And shock you out of life,

Well dear, that is the beauty of it,

If you could only have known beforehand,

What to expect and when,

Guess, the food called life,

Which is best eaten with hunger,

Wouldn't have been as tasty as it is,

Guess, not many people would like their food be bland,

And that is life and this is just a prose,

And that is really the beauty of it.