We are lost in a busy life
Caught with struggles and strives
But what defines our life as busy
To come up with an answer is not so easy
Life is a book with so many pages
Each page describing various stages
Participating in an unknown race
Making our life busy with no free space
Life is a cycle of happiness and sorrows
With the uncertainty of the events on the morrow
Living each moment with a smile on the face
Because birth or death does not need any special place