MEANDEARINGS
I opened my eyes, on the bed I was Lying,
and Alive in my head, was a cognition about dying.
A realisation dawned, meagerly farce,
Life is finite and time is so scarce.
Dazed and amazed, awake I lay, with a lone thought,
'Exactly what is it that matters a lot?'
What is it, that we want from our life?
The summons of mirth, or the absence of strife.
Later in the day, I was still wondering,
The purpose of Life, had captured my pondering.
Alas! it deemed on my humble soul,
Living is nothing but many a goal.
A virtue it is of the wise and the witty,
To treat with dignity, even things seemingly petty.
Only then, eternally, does a legend stand tall
Because small things are after all, not so small.
Thoughts into actions steadily transmute,
Beliefs we hold dear, our ethos we salute.
Yet, sometimes we fail and sometimes we weep
But if efforts we shower(sow), then success we reap.
May god bless each man spry,
May he never see, another reason to cry.
I hope and pray, for the sake of us all,
May we all cherish, the hearts loving call.
Anger and spite, we need to destroy,
Life is a gift, we need to enjoy.
Lets learn to be kind and lets learn to give
After all it is, only once that we live.
By the end of the day, I was utterly perplexed,
For today my thoughts, were profoundly annexed.
I intend to hold them, deep in my heart,
I will now take thy leave, and politely depart
