When, the 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 a 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 me a positive vibe to thoughtfully refine.....!!
How can, I live at peace in the comfort zone,
when, I am meant to thank everyone who gave me this Life.
Yes, this Life is not mine.
It's THINE.
GRATITUDE TO THE ALMIGHTY ...!
THE MOST SACRED AND THE MOST DIVINE ...../\.....
~ Hazel Shirley ~
