Comments about Rosh Sharma
It's so unpredictable,
Never up to you, nor stable,
Hanging within an unfinished strife,
Knowingly, they call it life.
Breezing through your mind,
Think of it, and grow along,
All thoughts that you can bind,
Optimistic, all you could be,
Curtail the negative, make it blind.
The life, as its own,
Rely on your doings,
You can't trick, nor clone,
It's so vital, like a philosopher's stone,
Never judge the life, judge yourself,
Make it worth, it's a wonder in itself,
It's how you live, and how you spend,
Within a frame it ...