Life

Life is no a rudderless ship tossing In the whirlpools of Time,neither is it a blemish on colorless space,nor an Ephemeral mirage on elusive horizon. It's a throbbing sensation of concrete Magnitude having tangible dimensions With romance of touch,solace ofsmell Pleasure of taste,and festive feeling of fragrance which expresses itself in million myriad forms ranging from Delicate beauty of butterfly to bovine Strength and from fragile dragon-flies To dignified horror of comodo dragons It's not lamenting tale of a solitary man on a forsaken island. It has the Music of culture, songs of civilizations It had ravages of changizkhan and Nadir Shah but it has also healing touc of Christ and Buddha