Syllabus of Life

I am vulnerable and my naif creates a furore
Thus I beseech the grace of my mentor

I am thy student in the midst of a storm
Teach me those principles and the norms

Putting to rest all my inhibitions and glory
I come to thee with an inkling for a story

Bracing myself for a strife with emotions so pure
Readily I reckon the masters of cure

Gracing the occasion are my thoughts so vast
I cannot but learn the rules so fast

The arena is intense but the pace so lame
I too am but a pawn in thy game

I love the world but hate my neighbour
Confusing thoughts waste my fruits of labour

I work for thee but serve for none
Favours are partial and the damage undone

At every step along the semesters of life
I learn to grow but forget the strife

climbing the ladders of age so fast
I look back to remember the past

As I see the results of the years bygone
Years to come are dull but the old brightly shone

To grasp the new has been the syllabus of life
Beauty of goodness and purity of thoughts are rife