Nothing seems to be enduring while I keep on believing for happy times ahead. The world never stays at a place you and me, blind in this maze what was precious that day is now just a needle in a pile of hay Cycle is the way of life old leaves will surely fall our new ones always come and cry for it does not know us at all from that standstill space he is dropped in this rat race. Still we don't go anywhere while I keep on believing this earth keeps on spinning and spinning our hymns and chants keeps on repeating this world will be a better place happy times for all human race.
For a better tomorrow :) When love will prevail and hate will fall. And we will make it happen !