Why is this so, I ask myself this very often
Not all trees bear flowers never and never
Not all flowers bear fruits not even hidden
Why all the beautiful flowers have no odour.
The relations build by money not stay long
Bounded by self-interest no relations stand
The leading persons never want to swing
Cowards always takes the clue for rebound.
Not all the prides ever be worth to anything
All the experiences never be useful to us
Sweet dreams seem unreal in the morning
Many languages of love is often venomous.
Why is this so, we cannot live by own wish
Sun does not shine in every morning hours
Moon cannot lit every night for love thesis
The springs often don’t knock at our doors.
The dew drops do not quench our thirst
We sometimes don’t understand our worth
Why is it the law of nature that for every last
What’s this the story of routine in this earth.
