VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE!

Once I left
            Soon I met
Not one, but
            Hundreds on my way

A blacksmith who was happy
            Working harder generating strength

A craftsman working smarter
           Creating beautiful drafts

An instructor
          Clearing all doubts

Sportsman sweating out
          Taking peoples breathe out

A man on duty
         Without being fruity

Mind on work
         Round the clock

An artist offering his treat
         Of beats

Heavens playing happily
        On the street

Beggar calling alms
        Without any claims
………
Rounds of rendition
       On this beautiful expedition

I aren’t happy
       O thee GOD
Why O why?
       On seeing these..

God then spelt
       Magical words of eternity for me

My, My, My O My
       My child
My child you reasoned all the way
       That is all I must say

But you know too much
       To enjoy

An idle man thinking nothing
       So close I came….

Why rack your brains for no pains
      And in vain for no gain

Feel your breathe
      Touch the sky
Let your imagination like them
       Fly high

For all these is there
       For you to cry
But you must laugh
       Even when rivers run dry

Laugh and Laugh
       And laugh like me
Even after creating
       A tragedy

Just in this vast ocean
      Take a dive
For my child,
      Variety is the spice of life.