Can anybody say Who is he or she? Son or daughter of someone, Brother or sister of someone, Friend or enemy of someone, Spouse of someone, Father or mother of someone, Servant or master of someone.
Is it the real you?
In the film of life From start up to the end Hero and villain fight each other Both of them perform their best Get renumeration and praise. Audience see the film Praise or critisise and forget.
World and life are the same We act our part Get involved in it Love, hate and fight each other Ultimately say goodbye and depart. The only thing to understand is that Do your best, Deserve, but not desire Show, but don’t get involved in every scene And inspite of criticism or appreciation Be ready to say GOODBYE Whenever the time comes.
Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed “natural” longevity of generic human primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby excluding misfortune nationwide (and/or globally
Goodbye, land and farewell, woman Never was the pleasure mine Of drunken slumber on your lap Nor the warmth of hand on hand Never the sizzle of lip on lip Or the balm of quietly being Never did I explore
I ain’t a poet, I ain’t a writer, I am just someone who’s gonna lose something soon. Who knew, eventually, colors would change over years, who knew, bidding bye would bring tears. Who knew, a thousand days, a million smiles,
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.