Breathe
Breathe
How can a man survive without air
How can a joker never smile.
An artist never lives without his brush
Neither does a god gets out of trust.
It's the attitude and dependence that make our life
Which makes us thrive
And we never wish to die
But when these crucial things
Only are left on the edge to cling
And we are handcuffed by situations in need-
Our desire for happiness then gets wasted
At the sake others deed.
Such realization comes at last
When one knows nothing can be undone,
Conscience gets defeated
By the pace of time
That is destroyed
just as it gets created.