We once bloom as a bud to later die as a flower. And how sweet life is!
How could you know-
you have lost something
Unless you have missed that.
How could you know-
you have gained something
Unless you have got that.
When, life is a mix and match
and the beauty it adds, is simply serene.
When the complexities of addition and
subtraction makes all simple;
Until and unless you cross-multiply
and leave dividends, that goes out of equation.
When, sometimes Gravity is even a lie-
Trust too becomes so, but strong enough
to shiver you and make you collapse,
as it's a quake of earth and the gravity
pulls you deep down, and you are buried
Never knowing the pain of pain.
Nevertheless, you would complain
when again you know
Life is all a mix and match-
Why not the complexities add perfect beauty to the simplicities of life;
And we bloom once as a bud, later die as a flower.
© Parvathy Ramachandran
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