Standing on the cross-road
Swept away in an opaque crowd
Or whirling aimlessly
In a neverending carousel.
Lost in a thousand ways,
Was looking for a way out
Failed attempts to fight a battle unarmed
Remained my voices unheard
Whilst lost in the darkness of daylight,
You showed a sunrise; new and bright.
Whilst running almost astray,
You showed the hope imminent in another day.
Holding your hand I stepped into the ladder
You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.
With a dream of million stars shining,
In search of rainbow, I kept on walking.
Glimpsing back in time, didn't I bother
You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.
You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.
Even in this mechanised world, there do exist such people and i know a few too. Your poem struck chord with me. Beautiful lines. .
ReplyDeleteThanks Maliny. In my life also there do exist such people who hold my hand during my tough time.
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