PENSIVE MOOD

It’s really nothing but worthless chasing the wind. It’s truly meaningless, crying over spilt milk.

Best thing is to take life as it is, feel free to enjoy, the soothing cool breeze.

Perhaps what we wanted, haven’t received. Don’t forget to forgive those who have always teased.

Do not think of all that you have lost. ’cause you are the one who has to pay the cost of all that you received here and have enjoyed. Sadness and sorrows don’t you ever try to avoid.

We all have to go,through this testing fire. For that doomsday, a ticket to acquire. Curse and blessings alike follow us,chasing the wind is really worthless thus.

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