THE PRECIOUS GIFT

Lost  in  the  chaos  of  life ,

Wandering around like a binded kite.

No intention to let it loose,

Favouring ourselves in what to choose.

Spending time with everyone,

Yet missing that special someone.

Racing against this speedy time,

Judging all sorts of sins and crime.

Concerned with the needs of the crowd,

Covering our happiness with an artistic shroud.

No time to sit alone and grasp this creation,

Acknowledge its beauty and take inspiration.

Surrounded by all yet in solitary,

This is the worst feeling of being lonely.

Everyone to support and abet,

But no one around to relate.

Relent this feeling of sorrow,

Better be prepared for glorious tomorrow.

Let the wings of dreams flap,

And let us dodge this deadly trap.

Live the way this life offer,

Rather than snatching and make it suffer.

Living this beautiful innovation of god,

Struggling hard and fighting all odds.

With a precious smile presenting its worth,

Nothing to repent when buried into the mother earth.