"who knows the purpose of my breath, its nothing but my heart trying to adjust in harmony.
who knows the purpose of my brain, its nothing but the cannibalistic emotions arising".
I don't know what is the purpose of my birth but i am living.Not only me my father,grandfather,great grandfather,my whole ancestor,and my whole world is living.But i always glance to the uniformity of the existence and find that what is the purpose and why didn't the early generations could not regard it to be the subject of importance.
After i was able to understand this world through my innocent eyes i was not ready to believe if there is white there is black,if there is knowledge, there is arrogance and if there is peace, there is crime.I always wandered for this undesirable nature so,i was foolish,am i not?The scattered rays of poverty pinched upon my heart but silent became the medicine.the helpless hands tried to drag the success that became the punishment.The quality seed gives the quality plant in my view it can neither give quality plant or fruit unless the watering is not done.In the same way a person needs the watering of love,affection,support,and helping hands not to walk on the same path as your past ancestors had done but make own path through which much is not gained but what is gained would be sufficient.
No single person's overall trait is as another person.The god has created so to make own life and do something that would make you complete,perfect and humane.If a person thinks his life is not sufficient he neither can enjoy the sweetness of life nor can be success and this nature is against our existence.
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