People ask many questions;
Are they like a store room?
Questions,questions only questions;
As an unweaven blanket in loom.
Uff..my tounge has become an anchor.;
Is my mind made to tangle in web of spider?
Nah, I can not bear dt boring burden;
Because I know that the life is itself a question.
It is me who want to forget-what will happen in future;
Only knowing the present, dt is mine n only life’s pleasure.
What is hidden in the ovary of future as foetus;
That is not my headache,only knows dt d life is like a lotus.
You and I or anyone have not right to spy the Almighty,
We are only here to live with happy moods, to dance n sing in way variety.
Thus,my all dears!!please smile like blossomed flower,
Take every moment as laughing like mountain’s fountain shower.
Written by aruna sharma.