well this poem is a result of many days of thinking and many events that happened in my life few days ago and this is what i took from it....
Everyday is not nice,
someday you get the whole cake,
some day u just get a slice,
someday you not even get a slice.
some fine day a girl looks nice,
the next day the girl looks very nice,
but the other day,some other girl in the city,
seems to capture your heart as she so pretty.
not everyday is your birthday,
not everyday is meant to be your birthday,
but every single day is a magical one,
because god gave another day to have fun.
Everyday i don't know how,
people get time to hate,
when there are so many to love,
not a single moment to waste.
Some know their future,
as it is the same routine daily,
it is in their couture,
they change anything barely.
Everyday people cal you crazy,
everyday they call you looser,
everyday they call you mad,
everyday they call you genius.
its up to you which day,
they get in you ahead,
on the wrong day you just lay,
on the right one you move ahead.
everyday some plan to do something new,
everyday some plan to study which is nt new,
everyday i plan to write a poem on a topic new,
even though it is read by only a few.
What drives me is my spirit inside,
keeping all my worries aside that ,
one day i know people will give heed
everyday to the poem i wrote.
Life is not about a mere list to follow,
Its a dream to be lived in reality,
doesn't matter how much your condition is shallow,
and then in the end making a list which came to be reality.
That what great men did,they were good dreamers,
everyday they dreamed something new, achieved something new,
but great men are not few,they are inside everyone of you,
not every night but everyday just try to make a dream come true.
