How so strange!

So strange are the ways of the world
Who knows or who cares about growing old?
But as age catches up we look around
And the world seems so lost and found!

So strange are the ways of men
They know not when they hurt others so often
But scream they would at the slightest hurt to them
And wish to be treated as the rarest gem!

So strange are the ways of our life
Who knows when it begins and when it ends
Though it begins with a cry and ends thus
Let the meantime be spent without much of fuss!

So strange are the ways of the maker
He is the law maker and hence the law breaker!
Kind, most of the times, cruel sometimes
But fair to all creatures at all times!