In what a rush we live,
in what a rush we leave....
With what zeal we create,
with what abandon we destroy....
with what labour we collect,
with what flambuoyance we squander....
with what impunity we fight,
with what meekness we surrender....
with what a heart we give,
with what a coldness we refrain....
with what innocence we love,
with what cruelty we perceive....
In what a rush we live,
in what a rush we leave....
About Me
- vinod
- My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety
