It's a new day.I get up and say.'Today, I am gonna run!''For sure, it's gonna be fun.'Somebody once told me that life's a race.This is the only reality you've to face.I agreed to it, thinking, 'How true?'Run, that's what I am supposed to do.Oh! it's gonna be fun.This race called life, I'm gonna run!I run and run until the day comes to an end.I come back home, smashing my friends.Accomplished, happy, but tired.I drop to my bed. Bleary-eyed.And fall into the trap of my dreams.Where the race ain't over, that's what it seems.It's another race there.Tougher, if not equal, I swear!Life's a race, how true?That's the little secret I would tell you.For years, the process continues.Successes many, failures few.I grow old, still racing.Without any idea of what I have been chasing.Years go by, my fate awaits.It seems bad, as if I had missed something great.The messenger of 'Death' appears.I am dreadfully tired, full of tears.For, my time has come.I can't see what I have done.And what, undone!In a bass tone, he speaks to me.As though a grave decree.'I can't take you!' He commands.'I'm done with my life. Why can't you?' I demand.'Because you already died.''When?' I cried.'The day you started running, out of your own choice.'Suddenly, a memory flashes before my eyes.'Weren't you the one who gave me that advice?''That life is a race.''That's the only reality what I've to face.''Ah! Yes, but you got it all wrong!''That was not even the part of my song'Then he sang, 'Life is a grace.''That's the only reality, you've to face.'My eyes open up, abruptly.I find myself lying in dark, all lonely.Someone pulls my head. And it's all light.And I scream out loud, as if in fright.A lady in white cuts the cordThat connected me to my God.And I see, the only reality I could faceIs that life's a grace.
P.S. 'A life within a life can also be a death within a life.' This interesting thought made me compose the poem above. Hope you're able to appreciate it.