Many feel life is clumsy sure,
But do not perceive air is pure.
All are busy running behind,
Matters they fall are not defined.
Assigned work they forget soon,
They do not care to father’s boon.
Noon arrives with burning sun,
But many remain busy doing fun.
Who knows when who will die?
Tie life dear soon with God is high.
Sky does ask why its colour is blue,
To such question there is no clue.
We have to feel life to be in cheer,
Year comes and goes away is clear.
Don’t fall in greed in proud of wealth,
Wealth turns in to dust spoils health.
All things are designed in illusion,
God is truth, love him with affection.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,11 March 2015. All rights reserved.