Praveen Kumar 
for too many years, i watched as life tossed me here and there, up and down;
i told myself, it is all a game, one minute i might seem to be a winner, and the next i might finish as the runner-up;
spinning, turning, tumbling, tossed up in air, kicked into the ground, it was a bitter fight to take control;
take control of life, that is meant to be mine, a life full of happiness and joy, but caught in the middle of a raging war;
years of fighting has taken its toll, as i sit and watch my life, fight with every tool and nail, a glimmer of hope surfaces;
a little bundle of joy, kicking and screaming, ready to take its place, as the knight in shining armour;
strange as it may seem, all that had died and left behind, now rise from the ashes like a phoenix, ready to take the world by storm;
a life without a reason, now has a meaning, a battle without a plan, now has a purpose, to live and fight another day!
--------------------------------------------------- Written for and after the birth of my son recently;
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i love that poem, what did you think about my poem that i wrote called: “The Procelian Pieces” what did you think about that poem?