You might know something
Which you'll never learn
You might have something
Which you'll never feel
It will all erase and demolish

But you'll be in your place
Time will pass by
So will Life
You may not ever understand
What's actually there in sky
The leaves will blow away
The seats in the park Empty
A small stream flows down the gutter
And finally, the stream ends in a fall
Thus Life Will say you bye...
-Tista