LIFE

Life is a continuous cycle

  Some use time to do unimportant things and some vital 

When we are born , we are given a title

We are born as immortal who one are entitled to die

But our dreams are higher then what we deny

Life is a race

And an unsolved case

We have so many problems 

So how can we say it as god’s grace

We are born as immortal who one are entitled to die 

Growing older is one experience that some like and others dislike

Life is mystery

We are send in this world to make history

Its when we take our last tranquil breath

We come to a resigned acceptance of our death 

All the bittersweet memories once made 

Must all be displayed 

So I count on my blessings more jovial and unafraid 

Life is a mirror,

It will once show happiness and in the next moment horror,

But instead of being thankful if we continue to assume

We’ll unknowingly be indulged in sorrow’s of black fume

It's when we understand that life like us is rare,

We become more enlightened and aware 

And thank god for whatever he has given us

Then crying to god, ‘where is my share?’