Life is a steep slope, life is a plain;
Life has sunny days, life has rain;
Sometimes I think that life is a notebook,
Where hundreds of stories are scribbled;
Each has different colour;
Blue, green, orange and red.
Life is like an open sky,
Which doesn’t have any limit;
We are free to fly in this sky of life,
Or flap our wings and flip.
Life doesn’t end when one is dead,
Nor does it start when one is born;
It is a continuous process from the day earth was created;
And will go on and on…………
