Life as it blooms…

The light that dawn
Sprinkles some hope
That life is always blooming
With colored seasons.
Divine indeed the mind
That seeks to rest on life
With less wants and more love
Sparing hope for many.
The pride of man
Rests not on status and riches
In the heart full of love
There the pride takes rest.
Everyday is a new day
Waiting to embark on new man
Who walks the path of the universe
Without least worrying the trails missed.
To life
My gratitude goes,
I shower thee with praise.
In my own manner
That suits me
I vow to live the good life.

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