Life is Precious.......

The Beautiful Eyes…

An angel came to me and asked.
How is life?
Not fine is what I said.
Laughing and smiling she asked me.
How is life?
Not too bad is what I said.
Confused and perturbed she asked me.
How is life?
Lifeless is what I said.
Tears in the eyes smile on the face she asked me.
Why is life?
I do not know is what I said.
Saddened by my answer she asked me.
Why live life?
No other option is what I said.
She took my hand in her hand and took me through the sky.
Stopping close to a suburb she showed me a little girl.
Plucking the flowers in the garden.
Singing her way in the garden.
Seeing the girl the angel smiled.
The angel asked her.
How is life?
Its wonderful is what she said.
Its beautiful again she said.
Why live life?
Its gift of God is what she said.
Thank God for each and every moment of life again she said.
A happy girl made me envy, a smiling girl made me jealous.
Cursing the God cursing the fate, I exclaimed.
Why it is always me who suffers?
Why it is always me who laments?
For what should I be thankful to Him?
The little girl caught my hand, touched my eyes.
With a smile on her face she said.
Be thankful to God for the beautiful eyes.
Show me the world through your eyes.
As I do not have any eyes.

Purushottam Kumar
Bharati Vidyapeeth College Of Engineering
Pune