Only three months left before the year ends
I have not much money in my name
Nor a perfect job I have
I always tried to live happily
With the small happiness which makes me happy
I tried to get a suitable job
Which interests me more than anything else.
May be I tried taking life less seriously
Or maybe life never took me seriously
Or maybe life has planned some other things for me
Whatever it may be
I know or shall come to know
Very soon or later on
But this day
When I am writing this poem
I feel free to let my words speak for me…