Life As A Conflict

 Poem,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Life as a conflict

Sometimes it seems,,

The life is race,,

The life is fight,,

The life is war,,

A turning gyere,,

We are puppets,,

Running and walking,,

Stopping and contemplating,,

From dawn to dusk,,

All day long,,

Tackling the pursuits,,

Handling the matters,,

Either in good,,

Or,,

In an evil way,,

The life is going on,,

The fight with sleep,,

Early in the morning,,

To continue it or break it,,

To stay awake mentally or not,,

To pursue anything further or not,,

The fight of inner state,,

Continued to check,,

The inner of us,,

The approaches of us,,

The directions of us,,

Which lead us further,,

Due to our conscious,,

Or unconscious deeds and doings,,,

Taking the wages ,,

Grabbing the results,,

We go to our bed,,

This is another question,,

Either we can sleep sweetly,,

Or stay awakened,,

All night long,,,