Life! the free grace directed by god,
it is for the felicited by sacrificial trod.
It is a blurred vision,
to a clear-cut passion.
The time my tender hands overrode towards maturity,
my innocence betrayed my inner intensivity.
we should be chill,
without dashing yourselves to the cruel kills,
nor be a victim of tormenting appeals.
You can terpsichore the bushes wide,
you can be a person of overmost pride.
You can hammer yourselves to the brutle wall,
and can be patsy of unwanted calls.
but remember your castle in spain,hazards,
can all be actual,
in this ethereal gift of the founder of life...
HARITHA SINGH
