Friday, 10 April 2015

These years

Brume starts to clear after a decade of shower
The sky appears brighter at edgeless horizon
The sun rises with a golden face
And welcomes the night with a blissful face

Everyday is as fresh as dew
Excited to sip through each and every life elements
Deep into the soul of experience
Is a little child inside a grown man

Never noticed days goes by so fast
Now pacing through the fourth decade
Now it's clearer and better
The zillion needles has loosen from the deeply pricked cover

Tough and gentle this man has become
Tactless and frank at times
These what yields after an arduous challenge
In this realm of difficult makind

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