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
Copyright © Prateek Tripathi | Year Posted 2014
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