Point Of View
As long as our life shine,
Why would anyone care to define,
No sooner it looses it`s lusture,
Life becomes a questionable structure.
We get to know only when we suffer,
Life`s answer to everyone differs,
Will it won`t it cease to exist,
Is the question top on everyone`s list.
A lot of us try to find a way out,
we go to him and in deep whispers we shout,
The other lot which seems more confused,
Sits at home and watches the late night news.