A smile that continues, even after that someone special,
Disappears from sight,
Says, Life is beautiful,
A curious mother, who is waiting for me to return home,
Means, Life is beautiful,
An irreplaceable loss, claiming all that is earned,
Teaches that, life is still beautiful,
Tomorrow, in it, hides a million surprises,
Few pleasant or few lessons to learn and rise,
A day or two or more, we may breathe,
In the end, it's all about who would stay back to weep,
And to speak a tale,
Of a life that served purposeful,
For another, to remain beautiful.
So, it's in me and in you,
A handful of reasons to continue,
For someone, for some day, for something which may not be true,
We still believe, Life is beautiful.