Each day is sunshine <br />I feel good and fine <br />The days start with prayer <br />I bow down and offer <br /> <br />It has become practice <br />With reiteration of life’s promise <br />Faith and belief <br />That provides me tremendous relief <br /> <br />I feel like genuine child <br />That stands totally ignorant and blind <br />I open the eyes and seek guidance <br />I feel it is really a golden chance <br /> <br />We may be guided by some consideration <br />Yet somewhere it has influence of human relation <br />We are afraid not to repeat some of ill acts <br />They prayers and blessings help to some extent <br /> <br />Thee is no scope to feel super and act arrogant <br />You may have everything at present <br />But who know you may become beggar <br />The moment you feel short of prayers <br /> <br />It takes no time to turn the fortune <br />The life becomes strange and goes out of tune <br />Your move brings only misfortune <br />The past hay days are certainly gone<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/certainly-gone/
