Life is what you make of it,
It is bright,if you fix your gaze,
If not on the sun and the moon,
But,on all that shines,and are lit.
Life is not a bed of roses,
Nor is it all thorns.If you will,
It’s the fragrance wafting,
From wild flower posies,
Every cloud has a silver lining,
If only we remember this,
When the clouds hide the sun,
And the gloomy heart is set on pining !
Where there’s a will,there’s a way,
Seek the path, less traveled ,
For,on more frequented roads,
The Will gets trampled,every single day.
Make hay while the sun shines,
The Dark lurks,with talons sharp,
Chase your dreams,live them,
Before in its shackles,you,it entwines!
Chandni
