All the years i grew...
lots of amount i drew..
from all the works n jobs,
wat i felt i cud do.
heaps of riches n wealth,
and least of good health.
Men of mine decieved,
yet all i achieved.
Had i everything....
but,felt missing something.
Treasured my life with jewels,
gems,diamonds n riches..
Yet something missed..
the feeling always pricked.
Atlast i cud find,
it was my peace of mind..
But,till then everything was finished,
the life n the soul vanished.................
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