Lost in the labyrinth of life a child cries,
unable to get through, he constantly tries,
high in spirits, he never wants to lose,
but amongst so many turns, which one to choose??
taking a deep breath, he decides to follow instincts,
following a path that gave him some hints,
on this way, apprehensive about his fate,
success is a delight while loosing he'll hate...
while reading this could you also see?
this child is you and this child is me...
very nice.. the last line is probably apt to describe us :)
ReplyDeleteNice .. with paucity of time I understand its difficult to write a longer version of poetry .. but I would encourage you to do so ... u will be good...
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