Everyday is just another day with twist; bitter and butter..life goes on
Sudhan Subedi
A poem written for Mom was well-admired,
For all the things she does, all she’s inspired.
When it’s Mom—do we ever need to explain?
Her love flows through us, like gentle rain.
Look at these monkeys, how they care,
Motherhood at its peak, always there.
No need for words, no need for feeling,
Motherhood’s in our genes, ever-revealing.
No force on Earth can stand before,
A mother’s love—steadfast and pure.
Life is a journey. It is a common statement.
In a more realistic way we embark on a journey to reach on time be it school, college, office or any other appointments. We offcourse don’t want to be mr. late and end up being late mr…
So a day comes when we bid adeu everything. That day will mark us as late infront of our name and then after we never get late.
Yep! in between mr.late and late mr… life goes on..
So let’s give a damn to worries and chill. Lets live life as it comes..
