Panters

A lot of times we wonder about all of our failures, mistakes, past, future and even looks! We neglect how precious life is, through every breath we take; we forget that it is delicate, volatile and on a schedule. Every time we live, wearing out this breath, we must remember that Life itself is THE GIFT, once it goes everything else goes with it. So whatever the case, lets breathe to live not leave.

We feel love has lost its taste,
That prayer again has gone to waste,
And life over has lost its race.
We say God is there a way?

But pray twice daily, dusk and dawn,
Love purely;  with your mind and soul,
Live freely; by the friends and foes,
Sure go on live and don’t ask.

Don’t ask why the loaf hasn't creased,
Why thorn on the Rose hasn't flicked,
Why death and foul hasn't ceased.
Just breathe, yes breathe It’s a gift!  

This one, you haven’t asked nor earned,
But by births with dates of crash.
Why strive hard day and by night?
It sprouts only with time and thrives.

Hold, if you find the right ONE,
Spend, with and for the right course,
For only on the day it fizzles,
Will you then realize its true worth.