Dear Zindgi

Had I never appreciated you,

For gifting me moments to cherish and count.

The everyday journey of the morning to night,

Begins with hope and ends in a struggle in mindful thoughts,

Wondering about what's tomorrow be like,

My day passes mostly in daydreaming and waking till midnights.

Humans are quite different from all living beings,

And have a qualification in creating troubles in his way to life itself.

Very weak at expressing fears,

Some people like me are crazy for they cry without tears in their eyes.

Termed as introverts we chill at home,

Desiring for some days to secretly thief and own.

Casually if I revisit the past and come back to today,

I must be really thankful to you for every that moment in which

I smiled carefree and enjoyed popping and jumping on my motherland.