Life often cuts at my body n mind..
And though blood may be seen passing
And a cry might be heard..
Do not be deceived that sorrow could dwell within my being
Or suffering within my soul..
There’ll never be a storm
that can wash the path from my feet
the directionfrom my heart
the light from my eyes
or the purpose from this life………….
A musk deer wanders throughout its life in search of the wonderful fragrance it smells..but only at the fag end of his life that he realises that he himself is THE SOURCE … We are all very busy in the set routine right from d very day we are born… Do we ever care to think –why the hell are we born??to add to the murky business all around??to join the anarchy ?? Oh..the world isn’t that bad… lets count our blessings…just give happinezz a chance…it can work wonders.. Everyone’s life has a special purpose..a reason to live….. Lets look for ours before we end up with the musk deer’s fate…
I shall run into the desert of life with my arms open,
Sometimes falling sometimes stumbling
But always picking myself up..
A thousand times if necessary,
Sometimes happy…………………..
