Life is like an egg broken
For situations as token
Some times furious  sometimes soft with options
When dropped and fried
keeps the lips tongue tied
Appears  little swollen with feelings
When sensibilities go on reeling
Its Yellow yolks are incidents
With striking moments
The white portions are clouds
Gathered with difficult situations
And limited animations
Which reddens when boiled
Appears disturbed and coiled
And in destiny's pan it is cooked