Life Is Like a Book

Life is like a book, Every page we fold brings new stage; If we reach the end of it, Even our soul also perishes; But if we damage, Small accidents occur; But often destiny writes something, When God on a role of hunting; Small blunder finishes the life, Though person has nature of strife; When we hear death of someone, It makes us go into state of surprise; The book can be repaired, Soul once leave never return; Left over of beloved ones let us cry, With time make all the tears dry; A friend of mine lost his mother, Don’t ask reason not to bother; She left the closed ones to abode, Putting huge responsibility on his shoulder; The news outburst silence, I stand up to give him guidance; Try my best to withstand him, Be far away from fancies of whim; You will excel with you hard work, Seeing from above happy will be your mother; Burn the fire of devotion in you, Passion is the key to bloom; The day you will be esteem, Will make others follow your stream; Be what your mother wanted, Deeds of your make evil haunted; Don’t let your will vaporise, Be the one who is always ready to improvise; I am always for your support, Just call me from your need’s coat; You will sublime her absence, Once you will reach state of success with cadence