Meaning of Life
My life is meaning less,
coz, i cant do anything for anyone so far,
it's true,that i always want to do something new,
for what,one day i will shine like a star'
I saw birth,i saw death,
I saw some people to take their final breath.
After they die
makes some people cry
but one day they will forger everything,
even from their memory,the give them buy.
But some people i know,
who gave their life,
to invent something new,
for the sake of the human tribe.
This is called bravery,
this is called life,
I want to be like them,
that's why i pray everyday.
Copyright © Chidananda Bhattacharjee | Year Posted 2012
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