Life Is Like a Vanity Box
Life is nothing but a vanity box
All rumours and and a call hoax
to make a noise all around
Vigilant are all and nothing found
Asked a stranger, why then thou art here?
My best is gone and left no treasure
Thoughts are wrinkled hearing so
me also thoughts the days are numbered
Then struck a thought its not so
my poor vision could not have any seed to sow
How could you have then any leave and branch to guard
Thee from the scorching heat and soil parched?
The panacea to make life be fruitful
have its juice to its full kernel
sow the seed of good deeds
then find your precious is mead.
Govind Prasad Goyal
Faculty Incharge
IMS Law College, Noida
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