Tired hands have reached the number 12 (365*2) times
and i hear again the continuous mugged up lines
i dont see the reason why people are so ecstatic
have they not looked back in their memory attic
bacteria like success or dinosaur shaped failure
or the last minute hesitation which
turned sweet fruit of sweat to sour
or the small small sacrifices offered to everyone
in form of sweet scented flower
which of these memories to cherish
i surely do wonder
no matter what i write ,no matter what i say
people look happy
and i become curious to know why
they think themselves to be so lucky
i scratch my head,flip through pages,do a to & fro walk down the hall
but to this lock i simply dont find the key
but then i see my diabetic friend
drinking sweet liquids at the juice shop
just to catch the glimpse of
his love on the other side at the bus stop
i look into his eyes and i get my answer
i am lost in its magic and
happy at my sweet surrender
my friends it is a magical thing
and my advice is to cling on to it
because of this people close their eyes
peacefully at night
because of this the green county is
still engaged in the bitter fight
because of this we look up to the sky
and its because of this that once a while
a person sighs 'if i can fly'
because of this people cast their vote
and we eagerly watch astrology forecast and take a note
because of this we wait patiently in traffic jams
and because of this we write exams
success is a slave of hard work
it will definitely follow
when the chips are down ,just keep your heads high
continue your good work and just hope
the last but small end of the process is hope
and the magical word
my friends is HOPE
