Mangoes are in season
Plenty of fruits are bore by the trees.
What a spectacle view they have from above, I wonder.
Fresh and gentle breeze of wind.
Warm kiss of the boding summer sun.
Chirps of birds grace their days.
What a life.
But in time, they will give-up such.
We are asked to give-up milk to gain solid food.
We are asked to give-up toys to gain books.
We are asked to give-up puppy love to gain a mature love.
We are asked to give-up our own idea to gain other’s
better idea.
At the end of our lives, we are asked to give-up
everything we have gained.
A paradox indeed, we live giving-up to die giving-up
A life of giving-up!
Why give-up? To gain something and give-up that
something, in time?
We give-up something for it is the path to growth and
maturity.
We give-up something for it is what is demanded from us.
We give-up something for it is the right thing to do.
Why give-up? For some things in life are worth giving-up
Soon they will fall onto the ground.
Giving up the…
Fresh and gentle breeze of wind.
Warm kiss of the boding summer
sun.
Chirps of birds grace
To die and live anew.
For some things in life are worth giving-up.
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