Linking The Un-Linked
Linking The Un-Linked
Once upon a time
Life was not guaranteed a softball play
With no conditions and unheard expectations
Carefree playing in the mud
Dirt all around but still dirt less
Mess all around but still a smile amidst the mess
But wat is this life now does it really exists
As we grow old things start vanishing in the thin air
Miss the child in me all around is a deception
Way is lost want to tread the path back
So that I can say " It is the time", not it was once.