**I can't stop her**

Who gives colors to a  flower,
Who is responsible for the sea to be sour;
You can't stop your heartbeat,
Unlike hunger makes you to eat;
Who commands clouds to rain,
From which window enters pain;
Observing these things ,I find myself helpless,
At the same time she lessens my distress;
With face hidden she is on wings,
She always comes with many rings;
Very few have ears to listen to her songs,
 Others are waiting to blow their gongs.