there’s rhythm on which every heart beats,
there’s a wish that wants to fly high,
there’s hope stored in every eye,
there’s love that rings in every heart ,
there’s a dream that makes a start,
there’s a cord that binds us together,
there’s life in every colour.
There was a girl unmoved by such cords of life,
hoping to reach her destination with all her might,
losing track of what comes in her way,
sunken in the dilemma with a tortured dismay,
Then one day she met a rose ,
shining brightly ,blossom galore,
she asked it the reason, “why is that,
sitting on thorns you keep your smile intact?”
Blushed the rose and glittered its shine,
oh sweet one! Its nothing big , its nothing divine,
the thorns make me realise how beautiful I am,
they draw a parallel between the good and the bad,
its because of them, that people often say,
look at the beautiful rose braving the thorns away.
My thorns have given me the courage to live,
no one dares to touch me, coz they know I’ll win.
The problems in our life make us stronger,
take them as a challenge, be a real fighter.
The girl turned around and greeted life with a hug,
never was she afraid of the problems coming up,
Now she takes every moment and lives it to the best,
the colours of life have granted her every wish she ever possessed:)