Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

Let it be before my bones crumble, By weight of my own body. Let it be while memories still fresh, Of good times, high and low. Let it be before offspring came, For what a father less child would be. Let it be while my siblings could, Take good care of parents Dear. Let it be before I get bedridden, For what is living without a life. Let it while part of me is still fresh, That part of me could be donated. In that my parting shall not be waste That I may find comfort that all, Is not lost and made to decay.

Dear Little one's as you journey through life, Let the world be your playground, full of delight, Enjoy the little things, those moments so small, For they add up to make memories, the best of them all. Be carefree, worry not much about what's ahead, Live in the moment, let your worries be shed, Make friends and laugh, spread kindness and cheer, For true happiness is found when we're surrounded by those we hold dear. Break some rules, take risks, and be bold, For greatness is achieved when we venture out of the mold, Learn what you can, expand your mind and heart, For knowledge is the foundation that sets us apart. And when you make mistakes, as we all do, Have the courage to apologize and start anew, Follow what your heart says, trust in your inner voice, For it will lead you to your purpose, your unique choice. Little one, the world is yours to explore, Let your spirit be free, let your heart soar, And always remember to enjoy the little things, For life is a precious gif...

Like a blazing Sun on a clear sky, He started out his journey of life. Fearless, doubtless and confident, Radiating dreams of unthinkable. As his days pass, his blazing fire, Overshadowed by doubts and failure. Snares by those very hope and dreams, Beaten by the very high expectations. Of tides and wrong calls that made, His paths divulge into endless oblivion. Those dreams which once fuelled him, Becomes the very thing which drags. Hope's and expectations of him, Too heavy a burden, sink him down, Into endless pit of self pity and doubts. His wing clipped by those that close, And those for whom, he live his life for. Never had he expected how hard, It is to continue living one more day. His end he keep praying comes by, Sooner than later and freed him, From this crushed Life.