World full of wonders and vigor.

ज़िंदगी कुछ  तितर-बितर सी गयी, ख़ुमारी चॅड कर कुछ उतर सी गयी, हाथ की रेखाए कुछ बदल सी गयी. सपने कुछ बिखर से गये, रफ़्तार कुछ धीमी सी हो गयी, मिज़ाज़ कुछ सूफ़ियाना सा हो गया, होले होले से हवा मंद सी हो गयी, खुशफ़हेमिया कुछ ग़लतफहमियो सी हो गयी, इंतज़ार कुछ लंबा सा हो गया, उत्साह कुछ सिमट सा गया, मूस्स्कुराहाट कुछ मुरझा सी गयी, दुआए कुछ कमज़ोर सी हो गयी, इन सबके बावज़ूद भी उमीदें कुछ बढ़ सी गयी और उमँगो से कुछ नये आयाम उजागर से हो गये!

Rode upon his fine white horse, There was a Warrior once, Dauntless in war and capable in truce, Nothing could make him loose, Holding sharp sword in his hand;he move, To cut and slash opponents in ruse, Fearless in combat but fearsome in love, Afraid to express his feelings to some, Lost in  thought;he was captured by foe, Got his savor;conceiving of beloved's eye, Unruffled he trod to meet his torture, Hanged till death was his fortune.                          THE END

Life is strife inside and outside, Pseudo pretenses  are ruling mankind, Evolution it seems made us insipid, Piousness is now obsolete aspect of humankind, Vanity is induced now worldwide. But life is also cordial after all grimness, Like a adorable flower with few blemishes, Amiability is still a virtue possessed by few denizens, These people aspires hope to fetch us all real ethical styles, So that we can still live with  peace and harmony in era of internal and external wars.