Song of my life

As I walk down the squalor
My heart cries
Disturbed by the flies
How can they live like this?
There is so much they miss!

But their hearts are so clean

In my mind I scream
Wail against the lord
For conditions so extreme
This is not fair
Dont you ever care?

Until their eyes, I see, alit with dreams

I look around in pain
Trying to gauge their hardships
Could I be of any help?
And they curl their lips
and look in disdain

We have life in our grips

Oh would you refrain?
From so many complaints they ask,
We dont have any mask
And are upto any task
We dont live in regret

Oh please don't you fret!

I ask them to be strong
To fight against the wrongs
They ask me to come along
To see why they belong
And then some break into a song

And I stumble head long into a pit

As they break into a fit
of laughter;
I realize,
While I look for the dirt
They find the mirth
Little islands of happiness
They are never lonesome

Ah the nugget of wisdom

And I smile back to them from all my heart
They see I have finally learnt
The art of living;
It is not about what you have in life
Its all about living!

And finally it is all about sharing