Life

A poet said about a brook Man may come man may go but I go on for ever. Life is like a brook in natural phenomenon which flows ever and ever The waves of ocean-seas does not know any bound ceases its phantom on the bank of thee. Like to brooks, rivers or streams flowing over the mountains and meadows and fields overcoming the rocks of obstacles does not impound the cherish of life retains the life on and on humming on all the hindrance Like the wind is blowing ever and ever has it stopped ever the creation has the mountains, trees not came in its path but its ransom melody never stopped did not impoverish the refulgent of wind The waves of Human Life a ceaseless waves never knew any bound, not to impoverish the progress of Mankind.