Tell me of your life,dear,
How often do you drop a tear?
I am happy mother,
My life is sorted and clear.
But oh honey,
Are you not depressed?
Not stressed?
Not on the flee like the rest?
My hunger for success is long satiated,mother,
The plea for wealth well accepted,
There is no reason holding me back,
Then why should I lay harassed?
Well,your relationships lie in tatters,
The wealth not at all matters,
Is this what you wanted all along?
Wasn’t running after worldly pleasures always wrong?
Alas,I have become one of them now mother,
Stuck in the rat race of life for no reason,
My question should be changed then my dear,
How often do you smile,cry,laugh
and live your life dear?
Write for the soul 