Time passes turning the tears into smile,
Life takes a turn and changes in a while;
Its riddle, an enigma & a mysterious secret,
To puzzle it out well I have no strength left;
Trapping the content in my very last breath i wish,
Never make demands which will never accomplish;
Life gives birth to hopes which teach hearts to dream,
Which fly high with wings and brightly they beam!
Desire is the root cause of sorrow which i will kill,
Freeing myself from the life with a pleased feel;
O death, embrace me breaking all the ties,
In the arms of my love closing my eyes.
Copyright 2015 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh