Do not be so sad if a river runs dry,
But be in no doubt love remains constant:
The love to the god,
The love to the father and the mother,
To the dear ones of the life; in the mind.
Do not be so convinced of death of the soul,
But believe, a body expires like air invisible,
A further conqueror, conquerors the soul
Surrenders to the deeds done.
Be not positive about the future fate
But wish good will come about.
Do not turn back to the past:
The past of past pains
The past dreams,
The past of dead,
If in this life;
Joys stay, it overcome sadness.
Life is a walkway to meet;
Frowning and smiling people,
Distresses and traumas
Comforts and worries
Destitute and ease,
Low and high
And it crosses
the way to each tomorrow,
Life is designed with different species of disorder.
Higgledy-piggledy is the life,
Trying to shave with a blunt knife
And takes a lifetime to master through
And then to merely exit to the grave.
Time is passing
It is real
And there are countless things to care,
Innumerable to love
Limitless things to wonder about;
It ends with aspirations.
To betray you at last,
You weep to die. It is vain then.
In the war of life:
Everything is unfair
Innocents are killed in the backlashes
Bad overcomes good
And good overcomes badly
These mixtures
Are everyday experiences.
Life lives on…
And LIFE LIKE THIS TO LIVE!