For the
bask I leap to embrace;
Of the
moments forlorn;
Of the
moments I seek to salvage.
Underneath
all soreness;
Of the
denial; amid the dwindles;
No
matter how callous the times ensue;
I
crave for the same; all way through,
For
I know it isn’t rare, for it was always there;
In
its own way, so free so naïve!!!
Ahead
I see a cloud;
So hazy,
sometimes little gloomy;
Letting
me perspire out and out
As I
stride to chuck it out;
Oh, is
it a blessing in disguise?
As I
see behind a sane beam;
Of sun-drenched,
so supreme;
With
its arms flared up sturdy and wide;
That
shoves me to poise, with every time it peek
Amidst
the mundane path sometimes so bleak.
I
know not the road I chose;
Whether
murky or gauche?
As I
only know life a variety of spice;
A place
for the nimble and wise.
Yes
I see a world so full of ruse,
Of
despair, of hatred, so full of news.
But
beyond all I dare to move ahead;
With
the tiny whip of hope;
Perching
on my mind so benign, yet again!
With
every stride I see you lurk aside;
Yes
I crave for the same; all way through
For
I know it isn’t rare, for it was always there;
In
its own way, so free so naïve!!!
