The days been dark,
and nights doom,
but still
I go to park,
in search of bloom...
I go in search
everyday,
It doesn't matter,
that I find a way;
Sitting at seashore
alone,
one night-
I heard sea saying:
"There is always a battle to fight".
The sea said so,
became quiet and calm....
one morning-
while walking,
alone
among the greens,
I heard birds
bluing,
and saying
"there is a long way to go,
it doesn't matter
that you have become tired,
or your life been fired."
I heard the sea saying,
and birds bluing;
given a thought to what they said,
I found that-
Life is beautiful...
it all depends on the way you look at things,like there lies a beauty when you smile,there lies a beauty living a journey of miles.