Row Your Boat

Precious little playful life, play a lot of jokes;
Amazing the way it makes us laugh and annoying the way it chokes.
Lot has happened and lot will happen, life will move in turns;
Love and loss and joy and pain, wonder of life in crux.
All across our playtime so many will rise and fall;
Value the fall and struggle and loss, never you let it gall.
In all our versions of truth and lie, our own needs galore;

Sit and think, if the right is wrong, or the wrong has something more.
Hail the lives which touch so many, long after they are gone;
Away from the shore as the boats sail, thunders are claps that roar.
Row away the tiny boats, the tides will come and go;
Mirror of love will reflect the true colour,
And the beauty of life will score. 

NAZIFER

The rumbles of one civilization becomes the edifice of another . The failure of one man , makes way for thousands to succeed . No life is worthless , No death is inconsequential . Everything has a meaning . Longing for rain , we should not ignore the pleasures of dew.

Not a word has been spoken about the day,

And the whispers being hushed, thoughts kept at bay.

Zenith of fear has crowded our hearts

If we lose it, how will we cope?

Fast we are moving towards our death

End is in sight, where all will rest.

Rest will our dreams, we lost the gods test.

Rest will our hopes, bidding a farewell

Earning the right, to shed the tears,

Years of struggle, bore a rotten fruit

Hearts are heavy, throats are blocked

Als we failed again, but hope from the ashes

Now will rise a sphinx of revolution.