Life Is A Rope Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

Life is a rope tied
To birth and death;
On which we tread
Till our last breath.

We must walk alone,
With nothing to hold,
We must walk alone,
Through hot and cold.

Walk we must,
Whether thick or thin,
Walk we must,
Whether we lose or win.

With chances to fall
Between slips and grips,
With props of hope,
Wisdom of safety tips.

In thunder or storm,
In chill or burn,
As we move ahead
We walk and learn.

With arms spread out
We tread, we fend,
As we stride in caution
Across life's end.