Being at an arm's distance
I am little able to save the flower
From its fateful fall down.
I wish I were near to you
To keep you alright always.
I wish I were to rejoice with you
And to take your pain as mine.
I wish I were to wake up with you
To see your world around.
But I don't like you fall asleep
Because you never rise again.
I like your happy, growing days,
I like those days of your blossomed life.
But I know the moment is near
In your life to fade away,
Keeping youthful, you are to fall down.
I wish I were to cry aloud
To make the world known of my pain.
Standing beside you in silence
I deeply mourn in your youthful end.
I am little able to save the flower
From its fateful fall down.
I wish I were near to you
To keep you alright always.
I wish I were to rejoice with you
And to take your pain as mine.
I wish I were to wake up with you
To see your world around.
But I don't like you fall asleep
Because you never rise again.
I like your happy, growing days,
I like those days of your blossomed life.
But I know the moment is near
In your life to fade away,
Keeping youthful, you are to fall down.
I wish I were to cry aloud
To make the world known of my pain.
Standing beside you in silence
I deeply mourn in your youthful end.
is it yourself....?
ReplyDeleteThere are certain things in our life that keeps us moving ahead.It may be a mirage that we feel while walking past a sandy desert.But even when we are, sometimes, aware that it is possibly an illusion, we love to get fascinated by it, the imagination that if it were true.It may happen at any cross-junctions in our life.But we have to keep moving ahead whether we are affected by it or not irrespective of its presence in our life.
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