it’s give and take! we are midst a race

this world is an exchanging place, 
it’s give and take! we are midst a race. 

the pity sun gives light, hues and heat, 
that warms our souls and hearts, 
in turn, we turn to dust, 
pure dust of micro-microns, 
spread athwart, 

and move upwards, move up and up, 
in quest of reaching our own base, 
it’s give and take we are midst a race. 

on the way, we are captured, enshrouded, 
by condensing moistures in sky, 
and clouds are formed ‘round us, shortly, 
we are thrust earthward, midst thunderous cry!! 

and drop with rain droplets on earth, 
if saved from traps, we are back to space, 
its give and take, we are midst a race.

there various forces drag us on, 
and zigzag paths take quite long time!

such time that ages pass quietly, 
that we are speeding fast, past-prime!! 

you are there if we can reach, that’s true! 
but after all, how shall we face? 
it’s give and take! we are midst a race.