Born in the world,
Unknown of the existence of love.
Mom’s scolding & Dad’s pampering,
Sibling’s teasing & Grandpa’s stories,
That is love in all its might.
Growing up is a process,
A process of happiness & sadness,
Tears & laughter,
Meeting & seperation.
We grow in our life ,
New people enter the life,
Making it happy or sad,
It’s our deeds,
Wrapped in a gift called life.
People come & go,
Remembrance remains only of good deeds.
Soul survives with a mixture of
good and bad,
And lastly, Death marks the seperation of soul and the world.
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