There is a great confusion in life cycle,
when changes occur time to time.
Where sometimes the same thing we have to recite,
because our entire life is a rhyme.
The changes we face are strange to us.
Sometimes they occur boring and sometimes a chorus.
Sometimes a headache with a deep rooted virus,
but we have to accept this as a gift of Jesus.
The noise converts into silence,
where mischief turns to innocence.
When strangers restricts our friends' violence,
we have to accept it as our life's essence.
The noise converts into silence, where mischief turns to innocence. When strangers restricts our friends' violence, we have to accept it as our life's essence. Beautiful, melodius and enjoyable. Thanks poetess for the sharing.10 for it. Subhas
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our entire life is a rhyme. Sometimes a headache with a deep rooted virus, but we have to accept this as a gift of Jesus. The noise converts into silence, .. do u note my dear poetess, i am trying to look for your philosophy of life in your poems...... lovely. i am eager to read more of your poems.. write..... you have a poetic and philosophic soul. tony
Thank you so much Sir