LOVE

Love


A worker working so hard
Sacrificing his day and nights, Just to stay in the mart
Some punishment from life
He even let the glee to flew from his side
In the race to succeed and rise
He forgot the shade of the oak tree so wise
Day by Day the thing which was fading , was just his smile
Can't sleep , Can't even share the feelings dieing inside
No friends to tell Nor even enemies to fight

Moon kept changing face
Sometimes oval or Sometimes gt vanished in the deep blue sky
He just use to stare
Hunting for the answers , whose questions were yet to find
Nor roses , Nor lavender , Nor even orchids
Don't know what smell he used to search all the times
Nor diamonds Nor ruby's
But there was something kept reflecting in his eyes

A time came when even his body refused to stand
Later mind betrayed , yet heart was waiting for the dawn to rise
Yes he was breathing , But it will be hard to tell
That weather he was alive

His steps were firm , without leaving any mark on dyne
I sometimes used to wonder
That weather the rain will be able to make him wet
Weather the pain will be enough to felt

Finally one day he went up , had a deep breath
And embraced the land which gave him birth
Writing some pages for history to find
A cheerful face and an enormous smile
 That day he laughed , caressed by air
And kissed by soil

He wasn't hunting money nor a drop of greed in his bottle of wine
It was just the love
A fraction of happiness , In his solitary life

 By - KSHITIJ SINHA

5/12/2014

   

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