Life is like a wind,
With its own force of gravity,
Either it will blow you off,
Or letting the cool breeze caressing your face.
Moving in its own direction,
And dancing in its own motion,
Leaving behind all its anxiety,
And venture into the world with a carefree attitude.
Not eager to crave for something,
Taking everything in its way,
Like a man before becoming a saint,
Give away all its worldly pleasures.
Life and wind go hand in hand,
Giving jerks which are unpredictable,
And beyond our control and measures,
Leaving us both in turmoil and exciting frame of state.