I was living dead, I was alone.
Empty was my life, heavy was my soul.
To my surprise, someday a present awaited at my doors.
I was delighted to see it.
It read, "to love with life”.
As the gift was
unwrapped slowly,
I started losing spell
And bound was my
mouth.
An acute turnaround
happened,
I realized that I
found my life.
I started
feeling delight in days,
I started
feeling coolness of nights.
I shook off my
dullness and shrugged off my lethargy,
Enthusiasm
pumped in my heart,
I became mercurial.
The gift was
ineffable,
The feeling I
had was empyreal.
Exuberance of
the experience I had,
Was inexpressible.
The
lackluster in me was negated,
It
polished me and I became lustrous as silver.
Beauty
of life did I realize,
Mercurial
did become my personality.
I
shone like silver all over
My
gift made a man out of me.
I
need to submit myself,
As
amalgam of enthusiasm and delight,
To
what made me, “with love to life”.
