In the backyard of her mind’s garden
Where grew thousand lilies
On ransom were few flowers…
may be some Desires unseen…
Oh! She knew it wasn’t easy
She struggled all through to barter her dreams
Breathing some fresh air she stumbled intermittently
While the rocky terrains kept throwing obstacles
in between…
Now,what next?She kept thinking
“Do I win, or I lose
am I on the right way or the wrong
my soul away on an exile
what’s the predicament
I tried again, I tried my best...
I will again until finally I’m put to sleep in the grave
Thence shall the soul rest"
Until the pen has inscribed thoughts
Until the sky has been painted red
Until the sea sings my lore
Until the river takes my breath to it’s door
until few daisies sprung on the soil
of her garden
Until the veins have drop of blood to shed…
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The last line says it all..until the last drop ..
Carry on.. fight on. .
Thanks Bikramjit for your words
The journey of life spelled beautifully and sometimes the rocky terrain may just offer us company and pep up our dreams. A certain comfort that we may lack…
Thanks Vishal. Yes, the journey makes us learn everything ,whether we are thru the terrain or on a smooth road,every moment evolves us.