Life is a thing, which left its strings
Like earth's ring, it makes memories swing
It gives joy in the beginning and
Throws its shadows on everything
And when you become busy in recollecting
That old memories make your eyes glittering
Every happy moment from beginning
Will make your eyes moist till ending
And after crossing the world's surrounding
After beholding sad feelings
One will surely know life's meaning
Then there would be no meaning of questioning
After knowing the meaning
After crossing the world's edge
Like a stream from bounding
9-2-2010 By Mini Garg
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