LIFE
Life is not a chess, neither taking up of a stress;
It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty;
Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face:
It’s not a race, so slow down your pace.
Live every moment with sincerity,
Don’t try to grasp it, Don’t try to harass it.
For some It’s their love, which comes all above;
For some It’s a fame, it’s a glare,
For others a game – foul or fair.
You can’t cheat it, nor can you win;
The only way to be blessed is shun your sin.
Life, once past is not a regret, It’s a welcome with open arms to pass on and forget.
Life is sacred, so pure;
Never hurt anyone, just be that sure.
You don’t know it’s intentions; you can’t predict it’s pretensions.
Then indeed it’s a guess : UNKNOWN TO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT !
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