In search of life

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.