One has to say
That life has a way
Of throwing at you a challenge, a test
Proving that life knows best
When you are complacent and smug
From under your feet, it pulls out the rug
In a manner very sweet
In the cold, it brings heat
As if to say
In its own way
Don’t take me for granted
And continued to stay enchanted
By my many surprises
And unasked for prizes
Never be too sure of me
There are layers within layers in my sea
You might be ready to give up
You might be inclined to put down my dodgy cup
You might be ready to give up
But I’ll make you sit up
And start afresh again
You are the ink, I am the pen
I might have a miracle in store for you
I’ll always be novel, always be new
I will deliver
Wait for my glimmer