By M.L Khongsti
Your life is a poem,
You own it every line,
Among the crowd you walk,
Know that they're not your rhyme.
You've got your own golden pen,
Let it write its own language,
Let it dance to the music of your heart,
Don't cheat yourself from others page.
There are wings on your mind
Like an eagle it must be
Strong enough to fly through the storm,
Above the cloud of ordinary.