When knowledge defines every working energy is created by THINE.
How can I think about myself saying, it's my Life....,
When each drop of blood from my mother's body made me alive.
How can I avoid to memorize adorable elders, who sacrificed their lives and gave me prosperous life?
How can I deny not to feel responsible, when my dear one's believed in my mind.
How can I treasure the time, as it's the most precious gift, that each day brings to refine.....!!
How can I live in peace in the comfort zone, when I am meant to thank everyone who gave me this Life.
Yes, this Life is not mine.
~ Hazel Shirley ~