Why we see the life
more as a bane...
less as a boon...
more as a problem...
less as a solution....
why we find
other's life a tic-tac-toe...
&our life a monster's toe....
why we think
most precious thing...
more as a problem
why we trow, life is a hell
n heaven a distant trail
why we find much to regret......
least to celebrate........
more of sadness........
least of happiness..........
more occasion to curse..
least to thanks....
much of scortching heat...
less of soothing air...
just change the view...
life's perview...
you'll find more of spring...
less of scortching summer..
more of rains, less of flood..
more a boon, less a bane.....................
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