The youth in me tries to be always happy
and spread the same happiness.
But to tell the truth,
as the hair turn grey one by one,
one starts thinking about too many things ,
thinks about getting more number of things right .
The tight, cautious approach deters many things,
It closes our eyes , our ears , nostrils .
One gets really surprised to know that , but
None can avoid the inevitable .
The ‘River’ called life flows that way,
That is the way we roll.