“Reality” It is not the matter of anxiety and ease, It is the reality of ease at large, When by dint of your painstaking hard work, You children grow up young persons, And you turn to be an aged man. Then come a point of respect and clash, Respect you wore by your own choice, While exists in all civilizations, Still they keep on holding your skirt, High up in their hand without hesitation! It is not the matter of anxiety and ease, It is the reality of ease at large, You keep on grumbling all the time, Sometimes diplomatically get silent, When you get angry just for nothing, Every sew their lips for you, You get perturbed on this too. Then someone’s try for laughter, At last make all of them laugh, Thus goes on the life forwards, The shadow of anxiety is unseen. It is not the matter of anxiety and ease, It is tale of all anxiety, When either you have no children, Or they are living away from you, Thus kids get going on single wheel cart, Moving forward yet stumbling a lot. It is not the tale of ease or anxiety, Nor it may be called all anxiety, It is the matter of you and me, It is the matter of all of them, Who, by resentment get nothing, Who, yearning for sleep, Keep tossing and turning. Or may have a drink, keep on finding, Aim and reality of their being!
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 09:43:35 +0000
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