Going on pathways called broken dreams
I saw some distant faces under the mist
Some face was bursting with joy
Little hands were playing with toy
One face was chock-full of moods
Playing with some adolescent friends
Another face was viewing dreams
Dreams of love and he was keen
Someone was running in front of me
Trying to catch some secret desires
Another one was smiling on me
Heartful mirthful that look was
Jealousy on them all, I went near
Still running on sorrowful ways
No! no! no! impossible it was!
All of them were of same visage
Coming to sweep out my weeps
Then I acknowledged what I was
PARAMVEER
June 3,2009
6 comments:
very nice poem
yaar
Great post, Paraamveer.
It is so nice to be back here in your blog. :)
@chirag............thx pal
@grace..hey welcome back.......LOL
Well written dude . And everything u wrote is all true. Its a mean world and we all are like that.. Desire is the biggest weakness and strength of humans..
@parkhar......i agree with u
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