Life with a smile
Life is a garden land,
With miles of blooming roses.
Somewhere high and grand,
Somewhere in feeble poses.
Life is a journey long,
Mixed with smile and pain.
Cherish the way you belong,
In this world of men.
Life is a platform high,
We do act in ways.
Differing roles we try,
Through these biotic days.
Life is a running train,
We get to see more places.
New people come in then,
With varrying minds and faces.
We speak to some with smile,
And for some we frown.
Till the end of mile,
Where each of them gets down.
And then one day will come,
We have reached the end.
Only a few or some,
Might still be our friend.
The train will blow a horn,
The final land is here.
Now they'll come to adorn,
With roses of our share.
Smile, smile and smile,
Life is a tour of fun.
At the end of mile,
No longer you can run.
