My Last Day

My Last Day – Laying on my death bed i was thinking about my life – Since my birth its been too much of ups and downs – childhood was a story of fantasy while youth was adventurous – mid age was full of commitments and responsibilities – and now with wrinkled face and body i am lying on my death bed alone and still thinking….. Love matters most or the money? why the people of same choices never come across each other? love meet money and money meet love. Wilderness is a better world for some and for most survival is to live in a big city, crowded streets and lonely souls. Suddenly I smiled as my thoughts getting haywire , I closed my eyes and take a deep breath. Bye the world if given a choice i would never came to.