It starts at the womb
And ends in the earth,
One mother is the bearer to life's bloom.
While other leads to the end of one's birth.
It is today's happiness,
And yesterday's gloom.
But it is hope in future's happiness,
That keeps away the edge of doom.
It is playing as a child,
And working hard as an adult.
It is the answer of an exiled,
To the society's insult.
It is the bane of the womb,
And rule of the man.
It is the passion we consume ,
To achieve our dreams in a small lifespan.
Lastly it is not luck,
Neither it is destiny.
It is a person's hard work
And a relationships ecstacy.
