Mystery Of Life
Mystery Of Life1 min 291 1 min 291
The little bud unfolds itself,
To know about the realm of the world,
She peeped out itself,
To see if its voice can be heard.
It was sleeping peacefully,
When expectations and desires came its way,
It tried to come out,
But found itself meddled every day.
It crept into youthhood,
Looking graceful and bright,
Resembling the other flowers who could,
Not give it a fright.
It looked like a lonely bird,
In the forest which was unknown,
But suddenly something hurled
And it felt as if it were at home.
The mystery of our lives,
Helps us to relive our experiences
Engrossing ourselves in the lost times,
Least to share our grievances.
It focusses on the time we cherish,
Love and joy that we can spread,
There may be a change in colors of friendship,
But the life we lead we may not regret.