A Heroic Life

Neither it get tired, nor it wish to stop anywhere.

Neither It hesitate to flow on it's own way,

Nor it gets distracted from anywhere.

This is what exactly we think as life?

In the flow of this life I too jumped,

And , started to experience the taste of it.

Some how I managed,

Some where I fall down again and again,

Somewhere I didn’t able to make me way-out.

I just lost as like in the darkness of jungle,

Searched for a bright ray of hope to way-out me,

But instead of that, I got only mirages of brightness.

And in the mean-while I thought,

Does this life also feel the same as I feel now?

And then I gave a look to this life,

But, I saw its brave as like before.

Neither had it cared for the darkness,

Nor it got scare when it’s about to drown in the mid of ocean.

Rather it simply and calmly flows and then I looked to me

And realized when this life doesn’t get worry for anything

Then no need of me to get worry, since I’m the subset of this brave life.

And I can’t do anything until and unless this life allow me to do,

So I too started to swim in the flow of direction,

Of my God gifted heroic life.