Sometimes it feels like
Something reaching inside me
Pulling every hard memories
Pushing me down the pit of agony

Then I see your smiling face
And all of it drowns, deep down
When you climbed on my waist
Enjoying every bit of us together

Babe, darling, sweet dreams

I was taken out from my mother's womb by a doctor's hands.
I was taken to my mother for the first milk by a nurse's hands.
I was welcomed to my family with a rejoice by my grandma's hands.
I was cared; when I cry ;by my mother's  mighty hands.
I took my firststep with the support of my father's hands
When I went to school I hold tightly on my sister's hands.
In my college days my hands were in my lover's hands.
After my marriage I hold on my husband's hands
When I become a mother I searched for my childern's hands
As I grew old and weak I walk by holding my daughter's hands.
I was fed my daily meals by my son's hands.
The coffin that I am now is made by a carpenter's hands.
The bouquet which is laying on my chest is made by some other's hands.
So many hands helped me to complete my life..
So many hands are needed to get buried..
I'm waiting for a heavenly hand which could raise me to eternal life...

1 Sweet dreams..
2 Sour experiences...
3 Bitter words..
4 Silly matters..
All these are mixed in a bowl called 'Life'.
If 2, 3, 4 are less..
Our life'll be happy..
If its amount increases..BE CAREFUL!!!