When a storm is born
It is like a girl when hungry
Or a boy when angry,
It comes with no intend to end
But when gone
Happiness is declared
With a sound of a drum,
It seems like
Having fun
Under rays of sun
Forcing to shun
The misery along
Forgeting the habit of being clung
To the rope of sorrow,
In order to lie snug in bed
With an empty head
To wake up and
Start a new thread
Of work 'n glory.
Everyone has a name to call,
An age to count,
A mother to care,
A father to bear,
A sister to love,
A brother to save,
A present to receive,
A point to reach,
An aim to achieve,
A belief to relieve,
A model to follow,
A reason for sorrow,
A friend to spend,
A time to end,
And a life to share.
After this sharing end
And you're dead,
Your work is sent
To be rewarded or grounded.
That's our mission,
It starts by choosing
A Direction.
Continues to achieve a progress
Or return to regress.
And ends to rest in the suitable Destination.
When you remember someone
You thought to be the only one
Who could bide
By your side
To face together the tide
Of the worldwide.
He might be gone
And his life time is done
Or may be away
On the other edge of the bay
Forgetting about the memories,
Enjoying their life with merriness,
Unexpecting you to show your gratefulness
For the past time you spent
Together with happiness.
Never think that you're
Completely forgotten about
Without doubt!
They've a slight memory
And a played symphony
In their minds
That makes them act like a scout
And have the curiosity
To know about
Your activity.
That's because
Sometimes to lose
One of your closest ones
Cause you the bruise
But you've to resist
This is the sooth
Whether you accept it or not
Time won't wait
Till you realise that dot.
Live with the belief that
Who never forgets
Is never forgotten!
