A bud grows in the field,
Just over the horizon.
It knows not what lies ahead,
It blooms into life,
With prickles & thorns abound,
But still it thrives to live.
It wants to feel the pleasure of living,
The ecstasies of life and God’s creation.
It lives a short life
But gives a lot in return.
It shows the way of life,
It spreads love & pleasure.
It gives smile in its short life.
That single bud of flower,
Can show us the way of life.
Live the life short but full of love,
Rather than live long but devoid of love.
Indiatimes Id:vadgamachirag