Why should life always begin with something so smalllike an innocent baby who could barely crawl.
Why does a playful toddler grow into a child, even when those teenage years are often quite wild.
Why during our adulthood, we all yearn to find unique experiences to rewire the racing mind.
Why for several decades we become so busy, Is this life? Why sometimes it's dizzy.
When years go by, we continue to age, for until we approach our final page.
It is then the meaning of life we understand for when death converts our body to mere sand.
--- Anu Shraddha