While running for our lives; I shouted to my trembling friend:
"Did you ever believe that life had a taste?"
His frightened voice came:
"Even when survival becomes your only goal, life never loses its taste"
He said,
"When you stare into death's eyes, you experience life's real taste"
He said,
"When you stare into death's eyes, you experience life's real taste"
His words made us run faster and we survived that day again!
We cried:
"We are still alive!"
what a pleasant thing to say!!
Suddenly came a roaring voice:
"" When your daily prayer becomes
'God, I've survived today, will I survive tomorrow?'
You do not actually experience any taste
For by then you are, already, dead ""
We never believed in what the voice said
We still felt that life did have a taste:
For bitterness is also considered to be a taste
Actually, it's the mother of all other tastes!
We cried:
"We are still alive!"
what a pleasant thing to say!!
Suddenly came a roaring voice:
"" When your daily prayer becomes
'God, I've survived today, will I survive tomorrow?'
You do not actually experience any taste
For by then you are, already, dead ""
We never believed in what the voice said
We still felt that life did have a taste:
For bitterness is also considered to be a taste
Actually, it's the mother of all other tastes!
