Life is a thing, which left its strings

Like earth's ring, it makes memories swing 

It gives joy in the beginning and

Throws its shadows on everything

And when you become busy in recollecting

That old memories make your eyes glittering

Every happy moment from beginning

Will make your eyes moist till ending

And after crossing the world's surrounding

After beholding sad feelings

One will surely know life's meaning

Then there would be no meaning of questioning

After knowing the meaning

After crossing the world's edge 

Like a stream from bounding

9-2-2010 By Mini Garg