Open Book Called Life

One’s living is akin to a book off the rack Distinctive in character but varied from stack A plot wisely envisaged true core thence strived With innumerable rigors slow nurturing devised Facets intricately spun with stupefying intrigue Chronicled to project the ultimate mystique All pages linked with a part of next thread Rancor and the amity get concurrently bred In unknown it dabbles around doubts revolves Posing own quandaries similarly most resolves Chapters in continuity vie for attention rapt Reflecting life’s density with rejoinders truly apt At start one yearns for what is after next bend How rapidly it slips past on reaching near the end Most are taken lightly few misjudged on face Some leave impression others lost sans a trace Substance is what matters not the way it gets clad Proof is joyous continuance not facets of bygone sad`