The colors on the wing of the butterfly,
The sounds that we hear when to the south the birds fly...

The assurance that a lost son feel when in mother’s lap he
cry..
The satisfaction in achieving after a hundred try..

The softness of flowing water..
The assuring toughness of a rough father..

The end of the day after defeating al the dangers...
The smiling faces of unknown strangers..

The men, women and Their memories..
The child, the adult and their stories..

That’s what life is made up of!!
little things...
These little things which we never take notice of.. 
That’s what life is made up of..

And then on that day, when we die..
We always say with a sigh..

God just give me one more chance.
I will live this life with renewed romance.

                    S  I  T  H  L  I  M