Life, itself is so beautiful;
more adorned by the journey itself;
the unkempt thrones on the way;
dignify the etheral beauty of the twany flowers.
So, why weigh it with the universal standard?
why compare it with the sophisticated talks of the old folks?
why let the worldy expectations decide your reality?
The vying between your beautiful fantasy and the harsh reality of the world may be unending;
the fingers pointed towards you may be untiring;
your mind may sing a melancholic song describing the unfairness of life;
but, the courage to say that life is honest all lies with you.
©kyaro
K