When everything gets messy,
Nothing looks that easy;
Expectations reveal their reality,
Life is what it actually is;
One moment it makes us laugh,
Another moment it makes us cry;
Sometimes we have to run very fast,
At some times we have to be a tortoise;
Life may prove expensive,
At some points we take it really granted;
Some doesn’t care of its span,
Its quality is concern for most of them;
Life comes with a great threat,
Life comes with our death;
If we want some nourishment,
We have to pay for that;
Breath is the feast of death,
We are the ingredients all though;
Spices are our Karmas,
With rare flavour of blessing;
