219. Bitter and Sweet

The man who is born
Will one day be laid to rest
Just like each night passes
To welcome the day.
The flowers that bloom
Will wilt with time.
The Birds which are soaring
Will return home to their nest.
Yet at times we give undue privilege
To our egos
Making our troubles double
Forgetting only love and care
Will repair our damage.
Rest like memories
Will make us bitter and sweet
As it flees across our mind.

By Binita Jha