World is like live platforms,
Full of sorrow, pain, and storms.
Greed, the seed of mortal need,
Steals the joy from every deed.
Man pursues a fleeting prize,
Blind to truth before his eyes.
Fame’s a flame that dies at dawn,
Peace departs when heart is gone.
Golden dreams and shining towers,
Fade like dusk’s forgotten flowers.
Hearts grow cold where love should reign,
Smiles conceal the hidden pain.
Give, not take — the wise man learns,
Heaven glows where kindness burns.
Rich is he whose wants are few,
Pure his heart, and purpose true.
So walk with grace through joy and strife,
Sow sweet light in field of life.
When curtain falls and night is due,
Leave the world with love anew.
– composed by
Dr.Uday Raj Mishra
Lecturer(English)
GSIC,Rajesultanpur,Abn.
Mo. 9453433900
