Newborn eyes like pearls and gold,
Unaware of world’s stories that unfold .
Truth and lies all unseen ,
In every heart, there’s a different scene.
As we grow, we start to see,
read the pages,leaf by leaf.
Family ties gifted with Almighty’s grace 
Others we choose in our time and space.
Life brings gains and trials too,
A transient nature forever new.
We rush in life, there is always haste
Until with the truth we come face to face.
Only when we lose, we stop and see
How much we were hit, deeply, eternally. 
It hurts to face the hard truth, they say
And deal with grief that comes our way.
Life is a mix, His bitter - sweet art 
No perfect path, no real head start.
To fail, to falter, all is fine 
Happiness should be the real gold mine.
By Kanak Bondre