Road To Dream
[JANUARY 20,2011]
Standing on the threshold of charm and youth
Where world seems illuminated with knowledge and truth
Inquiry of self is started with stroke of adolescence
Standing as tall as sky , youth is all set to embrace with benevolence
But I run stealthily back, to investigate my lost innocence
Bewildered I run away with exuberance
Freed from shackles of time , yes , I run behind shadow of mine
Seeing myself on mom's lap
Her sweet lullaby ,her cuddle and her cushiony tap
As a pilgrim hurries excitedly to shrine
Hesitatingly I run escaping from hands of time
I fade away in memories so fine
There! Look there ! In fields so lush and green
Runs a boy with tender knees behind a beautiful butterfly
In his eyes the ambition to catch the unseen
Freedom and beauty,so divine, flourish under this blue sky
There you see he swings under a mighty tree
So unconstrained ,so relieved he breathes in air so divine , so free
Hops down from swing he sits near a river
Sleeps under a tree , cling on which is a grape's creeper
With eager intention he jumps high
But result was void and a desperate sigh
Smiles beautifully and runs ,progressively as life
Astonishment is the surest reaction
As defeat would have hurt his tender emotion
But he moves unaffected , I gaze astound at his compassion
He runs and runs,falls again,raises again ,runs O !He runs
Runs behind curtains of vision
Once again I try to catch him ;time halts me back to realism
[JANUARY 20,2011]
Standing on the threshold of charm and youth
Where world seems illuminated with knowledge and truth
Inquiry of self is started with stroke of adolescence
Standing as tall as sky , youth is all set to embrace with benevolence
But I run stealthily back, to investigate my lost innocence
Bewildered I run away with exuberance
Freed from shackles of time , yes , I run behind shadow of mine
Seeing myself on mom's lap
Her sweet lullaby ,her cuddle and her cushiony tap
As a pilgrim hurries excitedly to shrine
Hesitatingly I run escaping from hands of time
I fade away in memories so fine
There! Look there ! In fields so lush and green
Runs a boy with tender knees behind a beautiful butterfly
In his eyes the ambition to catch the unseen
Freedom and beauty,so divine, flourish under this blue sky
There you see he swings under a mighty tree
So unconstrained ,so relieved he breathes in air so divine , so free
Hops down from swing he sits near a river
Sleeps under a tree , cling on which is a grape's creeper
With eager intention he jumps high
But result was void and a desperate sigh
Smiles beautifully and runs ,progressively as life
Astonishment is the surest reaction
As defeat would have hurt his tender emotion
But he moves unaffected , I gaze astound at his compassion
He runs and runs,falls again,raises again ,runs O !He runs
Runs behind curtains of vision
Once again I try to catch him ;time halts me back to realism
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