Monday, December 04, 2006

Hand to hold.....

Another attempt at poetry,

Running for the bus,
Running for the train,
Rushing all the time,
For I have a lot to gain,

But One day when I paused
Too tired to run anymore,
Found myself standing naked,
Tired, weak, cold and sore.

In a hurry to reach somewhere,
Left some behind, some went ahead,
For some had no time to spare,
Some had even from memory fled,

Life is short, move on they told,
But now I wish, had a hand to hold.


PritS said...

Ekla chalo re...

Anonymous said...

Hey golubhai, there's this website called for budding poets; you can upload your stuff to let others critique it and also read other s' stuff. You might like it.