LIFE IS THAT WHAT IT CONTAINS
The way I live is my own but sometimes I lose my way.
The way you live is your own and sometimes you lose your way.
Cause we dont live for own sake.
One dies in others cause & living one remorse.
All have different ways, often the ways intersect.
When we meet at a point, new way of life begins.
Then we move together still a debate remains.
At another junction we separate again suffering the pain.
Where one is not defeated one cant gain.
Whether we meet again is not certain.
Anyway the journey persists, moreover new one pertains.
Bad or sad & ups or downs Life is that what it contains.
Pain or pleasure, Day or night : Life is that what it contains.
2067-11-26, Kalanki
Kathmandu
