Saturday, September 20, 2014

September 21st

All seem to be strange in a while
As if living in a strange world
Failing to recollect all that he learned
All once friendly seem to him strange.

If bliss is childhood and old age a return
With loss of memory, its a bitter experience
Where he learns nothing but living in unknown
In an unknown way for the rest of life.

In a busy schedule of life, lost in a way
Where he needs a helping hand
For all the daily chores of day
Being alone in a  big world, losing himself.


Before our future moves to that destination
Let us lend our helping hands for them
Sharing care and love, not leaving them alone
Being weird in the land where caring hearts still remain.