The first time I opened my eyes in this world,
I found it beautiful as an emerald.
I had my food,I had my sleep;
And my mother’s lap for the all time weep.
This was my work when I was a kid,
When I was stranger to life and away from its need.
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When I reached the age of nine,
My mother told me an interesting line.
Life is a treasure of Pandora’s box,
The gift of Santa ,in your hanging socks.
In search of life then I started a journey,
From days to year and dusk to sunny.
When my days started as a student,
I was no more a child but a prudent.
I had my homeworks,I had my carrier ,
Which stood in my journey as a barrier .
I was almost distracted from my journey ,
When I started finding ways to earn money.
I almost forgotten my journey of searching life,
When I started days as somebody’s wife.
I had my family,I had my child,
And the days sometimes hard sometimes mild.
Thse were my busiest days of the years,
When I was living wholly for my dears.
Then came the days when I grew old,
when can’t resist the sun nor the cold.
Sat in the solitude ,with a deep thought,
What I was searching for have I got???
At once a smile came on my face,
When I realized ,I have already won the race.
Life is not a thing to be achieved or lost,
Neither a momento of any cost .
We are the learners and life is a teacher,
And it is a precious gift of almighty nature.
In search of what I was roaming around,
Life was always there with a buzzing sound.
