Run Poem by Prasad Sing

What is life?
It's the running.
You came to this earth
Still you are running.
'A Billion Of Faces' will meer you
But you will still run.
Nothing is in the running
Only to complete your mission.

There is nothing like luck
If you are a human, you write your luck yourself.
The Olympic is only not the running
The life is also a running.
The life is running
The living is running.
But alas! everyone is sleeping
Wake up...run!

Run, before you sleep
Run before you sleep.
One day you will feel the last line
But then also you will run.
There is nothing like running
The running is everything.
Nothing without run
Everything is running.

So keep running
Keep living.
So keep living
Keep running.