25
Mar
A preacher called life
The passing clouds, the flowing river
To the eyes they appear so clear;
The sun rises and sets,
Though not true, the belief is preset;
Again, the eyes here sees, not to forget...
Life presents itself in mysterious ways
To see and to believe are rather miles away
Misleads and misjudgements being very common,
Perhaps these are the only means,
Through which our mind clearly "sees",
I reckon.
Life is the best teacher,
Experiences are the best learnings,
With time comes the patience,
To accept these facts, we are often reluctant..
All that glitters is not Gold
For someday or the other the truth unfolds....
PS: Couldn't really come up with an apt title for this post...
PS: Title suggested by a friend :)
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