I tried to hold
One fistful of light
In my tiny fist,
As much as my fist
Could consist.
But, when I
Peep into
The closed fist,
Through a small
Hole between the
Fingers,
I could see only
Darkness could
I hold and not
An iota of light.
Life is this!
We celebrate
Birth day
To reach the
Day of Death
Step
By
Step
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
I tried to hold
One fistful of light
In my tiny fist,
As much as my fist
Could consist.
But, when I
Peep into
The closed fist,
Through a small
Hole between the
Fingers,
I could see only
Darkness could
I hold and not
An iota of light.
Life is this!
We celebrate
Birth day
To reach the
Day of Death
Step
By
Step
We see something and the fact would be something else.
