voices of a small child
deep rooted beleifs..
a child grow.. watchful ..
of life around him...
over fed by all the right values of live...
ready to vomit ... at the very first chance....
hopes...expectations.. grow with the nemerical growth in age...
more than us .. its our surrounding..
we try to move on... small baby steps...
chained from head to toe... by responsibilities... expectation.....
life is never discovered... never let free....
fearful to give wings.... we forget to run.. let alone fly....
child becomes an adult... wants to break free... youth.. energy... knocking on the door,
we move on....
we have been told... made understand and remember...
u cant walk..u cant get up.. cant make decision.. u haven't seen life yet...
so true... we haven't seen life... may be we see it one day..
just before we die...
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Life is what you see & come in contact with evry breath, it cant be seen but felt
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