Dying we live everyday of our life and living we have to die one day sure;
We bear a lot pain on all seasons of our life as there's no gain or pleasure sans it;
To overcome pain we have diversions in life as work, hobby, reading and writing;
By writing a lot, we are living with zeal and enthusiasm by good reactions!
By analysis and expressing ideas, we do the jobs of philosopher and journalist;
By composing poems of that one of a kind, we have a unique place in readers;
By so doing everyday, we forget ourselves and float in fantasy of a great dream;
Pains are converted into gains and we enjoy unique pleasure none can know!
We have joy in life doing so many other things, but the joy of writing is entirely unique;
Writing poems, we become best poets, name, fame and pride and confidence strong;
The feeling of pain, death and such things fly away from our thoughts in the world;
We determine to enjoy life to the full so and leave the world in peace and bliss!
Yes, musing in Nature we get great bliss and our spirit awakens to fly free;
That day is also no far off and in deep sleep full of dreams, we pass away!
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Yes, musing in Nature we get great bliss and our spirit awakens to fly free; That day is also no far off and in deep sleep full of dreams, we pass away!