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Recipe Of Life

What is life ?
Is it a dream ?
Is it a riddle ?
Is it a lively wish  or a sweet dish ?

For me and for most it's a dish.
Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour,
Sometimes bitter and at times bland ,
But believe me with a perfect recipe we can make life grand.

If heat is more
Atmosphere tends to boil
When you don't find any cure
Make sure you don't sulk and coil .
Stop take a little refreshing breath and wait for a while
As to set things right you need only a sweet smile.

And if on certain hazy days
You don't feel gay
may be for some known or unknown reason you feel low
And are unable to find any glow
Then all you need is to go slow
With patience and perseverance barren land of life you can plough.

For rest of the days do make sure that certain rules you always follow.
Courtesy , politeness
Humility and humbleness
Will assist you to fearlessly grow,
To grow tall
To grow great

But wait! Wait! Wait!
Let me be a bit straight .
If you by chance encounter someone rude or crude
If you greet people who believe in policy of use and throw
Then strongly put your foot down .
There is no need for you to smile to soothe their cunning frown.

Remember ! My dear , beware
Beware of such crooks
Who believe in only right
And steal your credit
And are vile enough to give you sermons based only on your duty
Who always feign to forget that
Your duty is their right and
Their right your duty .
As neither they understand nor they have the capacity to behold the life's true beauty.

Don't be silly
For sure you will sometimes need a pinch of pepper and red chilli
To deal with sugar coated tongues .
In guise of sheep who are none other than ferocious wolves.

Life is not mere automation or animation
It's a combo of tragedy and comedy
A little spicy
And lot more dicey.
A game that is mendatory for all of us to play ,
Where there is not even the slightest scope of delay.

Leadership , discipline ,order , team spirit and punctuality are the herbs ,
Which have the power to help you delve through all deep curves .

Before l wind
Let me remind you
To be always kind
In race of aping new trends and latest fashion
Don't forget your nation.
It gives enough for your belly to relish and suffice .
So my dear for your country be always eager to sacrifice.

A perfect try
Will never let you cry.
At times high
At Times sim
Be master of your life's flame
Fry your fears
Bake your ire
Cut your tensions
Knead your apprehensions
Peel your confusions
Saute your miseries
Blend your joys
And make a perfect fusion
Garnish with whatever you possess the best
As our life is Almighty's constant test.
As our life is Almighty's constant test.

Comments

  1. These aren't just words they have vibes within themselves ❤

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  2. Awesome Recipe.. Thanks to blogger chef for blending plethora of delicious flavours of life journey , cooking over a stove of advice, adjusting the flame of precaution so as not to overcook... What you finally serve on platter was a perfect dish I ate each moment... But actually today I really tasted it... Thanks for adding the spice of real taste I was missing... Congrats to "Master chef Blogger "...Eagerly waiting when you will refill my plate again....

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  3. Well balanced recipe of life di 👌💐💐

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  4. All ingredients added.simmered well.aromatic, tangy .really yummy written.Good going .

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  5. Amazing poem loved it mam .... Hats off to u 👌👌👌 mam

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  6. Wonderful Recipe. Everyone must try it👍👍

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  7. Wonderful Recipe. Everyone must try it👍👍

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