A pen and a paper
Nothing else in hand,
I roam here and there
To write something,
But nothing glows up
Nothing kicks me,
I see a tree thereby
Don't know which it is,
Soon under it
I sit and try to think,
After few minutes
An apple fall,
I taste it and eat it
It feels so good,
Decides to write now
On the fruit in hand,
Want to write good
About it's taste,
But then thought
How it fell?
Soon i realise
It's just like us,
When we are kids
We stay attach,
To every friend
To every moment,
But as we grow up
Like this apple,
We leave our own
To achieve something,
That seems attractive
That seems lucrative,
But for that something
We loose everything.
Nothing else in hand,
I roam here and there
To write something,
But nothing glows up
Nothing kicks me,
I see a tree thereby
Don't know which it is,
Soon under it
I sit and try to think,
After few minutes
An apple fall,
I taste it and eat it
It feels so good,
Decides to write now
On the fruit in hand,
Want to write good
About it's taste,
But then thought
How it fell?
Soon i realise
It's just like us,
When we are kids
We stay attach,
To every friend
To every moment,
But as we grow up
Like this apple,
We leave our own
To achieve something,
That seems attractive
That seems lucrative,
But for that something
We loose everything.
# THE ATTACHED PHOTO IS NOT AUTHOR'S WORK
