The story of life
Is like a creepy stone
Which hardens from out
But heartful in its own.
Loads and tonnes of sorrows
Bound together with the strings of grief
But still the light of faith shines
And hope its sole belief.
Mirth and joy cradled in hand
With the man standing alone
But while we stop to see the mirth
Tide washes away and time's gone.
Still the grave catches worms
And the fire of light continues to glow
In the gleam of sunshine which fades
Above the sadness and sorrow.
Its not meant to sit and watch
The flowing streams of struggle within
The sunshine tells to run and catch
Empathize, glorify and begin.
Anand waghmare
www.anand02.webs.com
Is like a creepy stone
Which hardens from out
But heartful in its own.
Loads and tonnes of sorrows
Bound together with the strings of grief
But still the light of faith shines
And hope its sole belief.
Mirth and joy cradled in hand
With the man standing alone
But while we stop to see the mirth
Tide washes away and time's gone.
Still the grave catches worms
And the fire of light continues to glow
In the gleam of sunshine which fades
Above the sadness and sorrow.
Its not meant to sit and watch
The flowing streams of struggle within
The sunshine tells to run and catch
Empathize, glorify and begin.
Anand waghmare
www.anand02.webs.com
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