There comes a Stage in life,
When life becomes a strife .
When questions are many answers few ,
Each answer brings question new.
The questions come in never ending chain ,
And bring along a lot of suffering and pain .
Questions leave you on a confused state,
Making you believe that that’s your fate.
In life are left colours none ,
Dark clouds appear when you are looking for sun .
You don’t wish to laugh nor wish to cry ,
And you don’t know what’s happening and why?
This stage could come at any time ,
When you are fifteen , thirty or ninety nine .
If ever you find yourself in this stage ,
And life begins to appear like a cage .
Just remember time moves on,
Before you know the stage will be gone .
