life

Life

Life is boring as said
Looks as if it is fed
With mostly pains and sometimes pleasures
It could be like little feathers
Who fly wherever they like to be

It is usually each of us
Who make a very big fuss
On thinking the way life is
And assuming the pleasures are his

We might not know his life personal
And just know him as a normal person
Thinking,thinking the thought comes
Its best for me to die at once

But hardly we all know that we face the same problem
Where each of us wants to die
And never want to see his and only my
God is not partial is a fact
He gives the same pleasures, and the same pains
Its just the way we take it in
It could be pleasures it could be pain
With which the light is lit within

shirin