Monday, February 13, 2006

A WAVE

When everything becomes dull,every work you start never ends
every task becomes a punishment and you lose the zeal to live
From somewhere comes a fresh wave, washes the shore clean
your wounds start to heal, you learn to live again
to conquer the world you stay, That is the ray of hope
which gives you a new start and you wonder that how it all began
this beautiful weather, the happy surroundings
then you remember along the way you saw a child smiling
purity of smile touched your heart woke up the child in you
so whenever sad become a child
your depression will end and days will become bright.