Like as spasm it escapes the mortal body into blissful oblivion ? I know not
But does it leave behind memories of love and pain ? in its lifeless host
And all things that symbolizes life, and breath and sight and touch ?
Everything that is beautiful...
The blades of grass covered with morning dew,
The first snow of winter that covers the entire landscape in its white caress,
The winds that bring the smell of water laden clouds of the first monsoon showers,
The feeling of love that fills ones heart and soul ?
The clasping of a finger by a new born child, those tiny fingers, tinier nails and when he looks at you with those milky white eyes... you know life is beautiful...
When you see fields of cotton, or mustard or rice crops just sown,
The white,Yellow and Greens that cover the brown land and sway in the gentle breeze,
You know life is beautiful...
The pain of a broken heart, how un-forgetful it seems,
The demise of a loved one, how untimely and unjust,
An injury to the body, mind or soul ? Wounds that heal,but scars that remind
That life is beautiful...
The first words we heard, we may never remember,
The first words we spoke, some may never forget,
The first love, passion or desire that drove and drives us
Says that life is beautiful...
Each sunset is unique as is each sunrise,
The man on the moon may hide and stars may disappear from time to time,
Sometimes even after the rain you may not get your rainbow,
And the rains you love so much may flood your dreams and drown your hopes,
But take it from a man now but a lifeless soul,
That life is beautiful !
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