If you think you own it,
You're wrong.
If you think it all works according to you,
You're wrong again.
If you think you've charge of it, you're mistaken.
If you think you can change it the way you want,
Trust me you cannot.
It all works as per his will,
He's the creator, he's the destroyer,
He's the manager, he's the organiser.
Neither you own anything nor you can,
You can just always pretend.
The very next second is a mystery,
To predict, is not our cup of tea.
It's truly said,
It's just a web,
Where we all are trapped.
Unaware even of the next second's happening,
We dream of forever living.
Value everything you have,
Respect the people around,
Love with full devotion,
Help with open heart.
What we've today,
May not be with us tomorrow.
We never know,
What's the next challenge life will throw.
We're mere visitors to this place,
Against his action,
There's nothing we can change,
We're only bound to *ACCEPT*
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From The Pen Of MYSTERIOUS MANSI
Poetry***Unedited*** 'She's the words she pen, She's the one with no pain, She see world through different eyes, Happiness all over is what she finds, Smile is something always plastered on her face, All thanks to GOD, It's him on whom she's full faith.' ...
