By Rizwanulla A
When we were young as the green plants,
We were growing in the shadow of our Parents;
They showered us with the water of goodness,
And they taught us, how to handle the tough times.
We were playing stone, paper, scissors,
Without any goals and responsibilities;
Until the arrival of that one particular time,
Where we started taking up our life's duties.
As a young brave heart,
We must explore apart from the Earth;
By filling goodness and experiences in our cart,
With time management as an art.
Everything has a start, an end, and a limit,
With some advantages and disadvantages;
And choose your decisions wisely,
And avoid wandering near the wells of darkness.
Success and failure are like competitors,
They always compete with each other with jealousy;
According to our training, preparation, and practices,
The secret behind them remains a mystery.
No matter, how strong the darkness is!
Break the shackles and bring light!
To illuminate your highways;
Towards the life's journey of greatest destinations.
By Rizwanulla A