Having seen the face of the worst,
Now, nothing seems like a curse
Knowing that everything has a reason,
I feel the least bothered by all the seasons.
A bird builds its nest,
Nothing to do with the rest.
Despite knowing the philosophy of life
Everything happens for a reason.
How can this bird remain unmoved by every circumstance?
But we humans,
Are always poking our noses into other people's matters
We cannot find peace and solace even for a moment
When it matters!