Ride Of Life….
Childhood, a time with no worries, no heebie-jeebies,
everything seems to be true,
Never dreaded, so bubbly, dancing, cheering
in deeds we do;
But irrepressible to stop the clock,
to enter the teenage, with its knock;
The colours of world seems so parallel and indefinite,
never to sure what to inculcate and what to eliminate;
Must to be steered in a right side,
A perfect time to décor our life ride;
Hold my finger till the eternity,
Its my prayer, while with you in serenity.