Life is like a seashore, when you pick or gather conchshells/ seashells
the tide washes them away in few seconds
it tempts you with a starfish
and you still do not fin another one soon
the clear blue above and below is just a lure
the wild storm is the reality
the seabed is a luxury to the eyes
but the filth that they deal with everyday is the truth
Labels: Its My Life, Learnings, Poem