Life is a beautiful poetry

Niharti thi barish ko pehle door se,  Ab usme bheegna chahti hu.  Andhere ki aadat ko mitakar,  Ab roshni me jeena chahti hu.  Bikharti thi jis aaine k samne,  Ab usme sawarna chahti hu.  Manzil ki talaash me nahi,  Ab har safar bewajah karna chahti hu.  Nafrat thi jis lafz-e-ishq se,  Ab us par nazm likhna chahti hu.  Sonp kar khudko usey,  Ab Khudse hi riha hona chahti hu.

A rainy dark night, an empty road, Walking alone with a 60 kg load. She was worried while trying to find shelter, Not for herself, but for that load with her. After some steps, she slipped and fell, Broken, she began crying and to yell. The only left 60 kg was ruined badly, S he could only curse this rain sadly. The rain first spoilt all her farms, And now has snatched the remains from her arms. A 60-year-old farmer with ruined 60 kg stuff had no option but one, She ended her life, clouds still don't stop, making her fun.