Every Morning when we open our eyes;
All we got is a day of life
Fact is what "Time is short",yet
Our body has some routine jobs
Kissing and Kidding from what we love;
Kick starts our day with an awesome blow
Paths few choose to reach great heights;
Could not be travelled unless they fight
Paths few choose to achieve-goals of kings;
Are awarded with feathers but not wings
Paths few choose to serve others;
Fills all hearts with bunch of flowers
Paths few choose without a choice;
Should be accepted with a silent noise
Paths few choose to feed on others;
Also pulls down the life of others
Answer to the question"why we live";
Could not be understood,unless you give
whatever the path we choose in life;
We all return home once it's night
Family and friends should be held tight;
Otherwise the life will be a burning kite
Good,bad,success,failure are hosts of life;
Understanding one gets a peaceful life
Finally when we reach our bed;
Sleep awaits there to keep us laid
Everything we have done,now becomes past;
Deep down in dreams is where we lost
Fantasy,horror,songs and rhyme;
Dreams are glasses we break every time
Now its the time,our brain takes rest;
will we awake again? let GOD decides the rest..........
- Author: Rajkumar ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2017 11:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Just simple read it
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Comments1
Great work Rajkumar. Great timing and very thought provoking. I love the line about the broken glasses and dreams. So many lines are wonderful 🙂
Thank you write ..I hope you liked it
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