January 17th, 2007
Of Optimism
He felt the world tumbling around
A winged dream jaunted by
And slowly whispered in his ear
I know you worry, but why?
Too often it is that worlds fall down
But at least you have got me
We’ll build another in times to come
August against the sea
He opened his eyes slowly then
And found the world intact
He thanked one dream for waking him up
Then piles of dreams he stacked
- Neha
Mark says:
that’s fantastic neha . . . its darkest when the more u can’t tell the difference
January 18th, 2007 at 10:42 am
anirudh says:
and some one has turned to a poet…:D
January 24th, 2007 at 09:28 am