Color of life

A bird fell off the tree by the cold,

Lay on the ground in deep white snow,

Charmless and numb, unable to move,

It tried to move but futile, in vein.

A man passing by saw the bird in the snow,

Took the bird, there was compassion in his eyes,

Saved it from cold, saved its life,

The bird lay quite and comforted on his breast.

There was food and fire and care for the bird,

Lived the bird till it could fly again,

And a day when the sky was bright and sunny,

The bird took off, and in to the sky it disappeared.

A child was weak and needed a support,

Clung to the mother, cried for its needs,

Days pass by as the child could stand, and off it goes,

chasing its dreams, forgetting the past!!!!

A life in which the memories and expectations,

are nothing but impression on mind,

nothing is true and nothing ever wrong,

nothing ever exist and nothing ever past.

Games of mind and its funny ways,

Think of something and something else if be,

The more we expect the more it traps,

The more it traps, the more we expect.

Where does it start and where does it end?

When did it ever start and when did it ever end?

It has always been and will be…

Let me know this and live by it…