Our life is like a painting, a painting of strokes scattered allover
There will be a lot of admirers and many may criticize
Never let anyone of the two to over-shadow other
They both are the brushes of different colors
Never let the dust settle on it, remember
Love of dear ones along with tears, of both happiness and
sorrows keeps the painting alive,
one without the other leads to a faded painting
So, what are you waiting for.........pickup your brush and paint something
I'd love to be with you as each stroke adds different color to it...:)