life a bed of roses
or a ride on hard rocks.

i feelnothing lies in your hands

a delight you thought,in course uf time
may turn the tables and bids you farewell
thus throwing all your sweetness to dust and din.

a contended life, at ant point will not belie you.

despair and delight are like twu sides of a coin,
but when tossed up ,depending on your fate
you get the result.

treat it in different way.

heads you win
tails you have another chance to win.

make the bed of rocks to that of roses
with intelligence you have
springing out from inner soul.