Word itself is very deep,
Which is full of small - small clips,
No matter how hard we try,
It can't be explained in brief...
It's like the leafs on trees,
Growing , falling, wasting
But still some hopes for new budding...
It's like a mirror,
Karma will always be here,
Receiving what we we r sowing.....
It's like a binder,
Each page with new wrath n tantrums,
So just flip the page,
It might be ur savage...
Being Equivalent to a rollar coaster,
Slows at time , speed at times,
Sometimes giggles in stomach,
Other times fills with screams,
Full of twist and turns....
Don't shut ur eyes , by loosing hopes,
Don't convert it into a nightmare,
Only some are lucky to enter in this game,
So play it fair...