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 nature, that
makes everything you see afar, feel rich and green
But when you bend down to see your shadow;
Your own form will seem like your foe! 

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!