The beauty of life!

The beauty of life is retained in its uncertainty.
At one time its a sunkissed spring and then a benumbing winter,
Its an opportunity knocking on your door and then its a distant dream,
Its a hardearned bread of a beggar and a sumptuous breakfast of a king,
Its the skyscraper in the clouds and the leaking thatched roof of a hut,
Its the cry of the newborn and the wail of a dying patient,
It can be a treasure chest when you have lost your hopes,
And its a desert of hopelessness when you need it the most.

Despite all such intricacies,
Life is a classroom and time is the teacher.
Its a subject in itself which wouln't understand you but you have got to.
 
Grab it before it slips out of gaps of your fingers,
Hold it before an earthquake engulfs it,
Dig into its sweetness before it gives you diabetes,
Hit it hard before it paralyzes you in an accident,
Love it before it hates you,
Sleep over it before it alarms you,
Just do it all before it makes you run short of chances.
You might call that its beauty,
But it is the ugliness disguised and that is uncertainty.

A mere experience of survival,
Is the key to the life's gravity.