The Painful Book
As life goes oh i keep realising on....
Once was the time i loved myself
And now it’s the time i love to hate myself.
As life goes on i keep realising on....
From the time i was born,
And the time i will b gone
My happiness such a pain
And my cries such a vain....
Except this thought there is no way
But still my heart prays
Prays for my easy death
Without letting to know my parents and friends
As life passes on, never knows what more to come
Hence i keep realising on....
It would be beter that there were no prayers
Which were making life long,
With all the unspeakable pain
Which were all made vain
Everyone comes here to earn
Takes nothing but get themselves burn
There is no one who are true from heart
Just for the lure of money they break apart.
The world is not really that beautiful as it look
Only one can understand this who has been through the painful life book....
Its not the money but a little time and care
Its simple, because no one can bear.
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