Wake up every morning, with a smile,
Walk out in hope-filled sunshine.
Feel the warmth and,
Let the rays, mend you heart.
Enjoy the breeze playing with your hair,
Styling them, as if they care.
Look at those birds chirping,
For finding their food they're heading,
Their voice soothes like a melody,
Not necessarily they're singing,
Might be are discussing,
But still are gently speaking!
They've to work so hard,
To build a place to stay,
And to feed themselves,
Without becoming someone's prey.
Each night they sleep,
They don't know,
If the next day they'll get to eat.
In morning when they leave,
They don't know,
Whether they'll return to live.
Yet they survive,
Not worrying of uncertainty;
Not caring of what others will think;
Not complaining of anything!
They are someone,
We can take a lesson from,
To say we're evolved ones,
Still from them we've a lot to learn.
YOU ARE READING
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.' ...
