Celebrate Life and Love in Each Moment Even if It Seems Trivial

A poem on fulfillment of loving life.

The zig-zag curvy road
in the dense fog
Blinding the eye
with no sense of direction
No path to see
no direction to lead

Life is also such a journey
with no signboards
we roam aimlessly
Making money and security as fundamental
Hiding the beating heart in the bushes

When the life roads come to end
You regret not looking at the heart
Love remained in the locked box
reserved it only for near ones

Whereas life gave immense opportunities
to share the love that was overflowing
Hug a stranger, pet a stray
listen to the people
who are ostracised by the rest

Loving life is a fulfilled life
No money can replace the satisfaction
Love is the path, love is the destination
Life is nothing more than an occasion
To celebrate life and love
in each moment that seems trivial.

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