You meet a lot of people in a day Or just a few, who come to you. Neither would matter. You won't stay Forever here. And that is not new! What you deem to be important today May vanish from your list very soon! Something else would come another day, Your attention might be on that alone. Have you ever been left to yourself With a note that you shouldn't be Worried about past or what will be Happening? Will it be good for self? Leaving these all, you may find that There is a reminiscence of those Lovely things that exists within but You ran elsewhere. Was never close. The rainbows and those odd full moons The lashing rains and those paper boats, The Rasna you had in an April noon, The drama days when you wore a coat All things, come in a flash and go, Lifting your mood. Your eyes now glow. Why are you feeling always low? Life isn't for worrying. Come, lets go!
