I tried to hold
One fistful of light
In my tiny fist,
As much as my fist  
Could consist.

But, when I
Peep into
The closed fist,
Through a small
Hole between the
Fingers,
I could see only
Darkness could
I hold and not
An iota of light.

Life is this!
We celebrate
Birth day
To reach the
Day of Death
Step
By
Step