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.
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.
2 comments:
Ekla chalo re...
Hey golubhai, there's this website called editred.com for budding poets; you can upload your stuff to let others critique it and also read other s' stuff. You might like it.
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