Through my hawkish vision I look back at my mission The might of the tortuous choice In the large labyrinth, shattering my poise
Though there is a need for a guiding hand To disperse the confusion with a magic wand It's a luxury that I can ill afford traversing the horizon on my own accord.
The journey has never been even paced, I sure want a few paths retraced, An adulation for where I am, And my destination shown without a qualm.
But scripting every rule, Making decisions like a fool, Has gains that's Unwritten, That keeps me glued and smitten.
The sojourn of a fellow higher animal, Has effects in you that's minimal, Never fearing their dis-repect, Its your strength that you will not suspect.
Avoiding the jitters to venture alone, Than connect being someone's clone, Revering hands that guide, And travel ahead as their comrade.
All can say if its good or bad, Point at things that went right or wrong, But I will always be glad, And claim its my song!!
Once again thank you for the encouraging words mam.
May 28, 2013 Rating
Good by: nuggehallipankaja
This is a poem which sets one thinking. The sojourn seems to have produced a sort of thought process, resulting in bringing out the latent poetic faculty As such the poem has depth,promising a bright future in the realm of creative writing.
That summer Jyoti and family had travelled to the city where her father lived. He used to work and live away from the family there in the quarters provided
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