Life in a haste
When do we stop to feel the breeze?
Why do we worry about the crease?
Do remember that time does not stop nor cease!
Take a break and seek around,
What is it to that you are bound,
How long it is been that you watched the star,
Which used to be your childhood craze that's bizzare.
When is that you sat by yourself,
Trying hands on the longleft hobbies of oneself.
Have you felt the rain drops,
Without the worry of any flops.
Take time to hear your loved one,
Before the life begins to shun.
Mark my word,
Life starts to play it's own cord,
When you forget about the small things,
And run after the false wings!
lines written by Veena Nair