old days

I wanna be a kid,

The same old Kid.

Playing in the mud,

Falling in the sand.

Life was simple,

And money was not a problem.

Staying in the house,

Was not a tension.

When sun showed light,

I was happy and bright.

Time was for school,

And life was so cool.

When night came along,

Food was around.

Bed was ready,

And tales were ferry.

Then I grew old,

And life took a fold.

Catching up the speed of life,

Was the only motive I hold

Study hard and make some money,

Was the only thing learnt by many.

Some had their luck,

Some were still struggling for penny.

My Death! My Destiny

My death is my lover,
It is divine and true.
When everybody will turn their face,
It will be the one to take.

Death brings to the
End of life.
That’s the end to the world,
But beginning towards light.

Death makes the life to rest,
And everything comes to a stand still.
But the soul is divine.
It has its own will.

Nobody can stop the soul,
And it will go its way.
So stop the bad deeds,
And do some thing good.
As this will be the thing which,
Soul will take away.

– Gagan Bhambry
September 25, 2005

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