As I sit behind a tree trunk, Under rain and clouds, I think of, A day passed called Sunday, A day passed called Diwali, Rakhi, anniversary and a birthday... With every passing minute like a day, All I can realize is that; A Day Passed!! I think of, A theater showing newest movies, Restaurant offering classy food, My neighborhood, My college that I never went to, My bike, my car, Home and friends... And how they became scarcities of life, As the time rolled by, I think of, My aloofness, Absentmindedness, If its a curse or a bliss, What I miss is a loss, Or what I have is a gain... Like to all questions, I have a simple answer, "I m happy this way" I think of it, As a blessing, To serve my nation, With passion and devotion, But there are regrets a few,and What I am saying is nothing new, O dear God I am a small fry,and Though I say I still feel shy, Next time u jumble up the things, Make few soldiers, make few kings, Make me a just a common man, Let me have new pleasures,new pains, Let me see a life new, To overcome few cravings I never knew, Hope you hear while a sing, A common prayer, a needless thing, While i wander to eternal sleep, Make this a promise that you will keep, Make this a promise that you will keep….
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 14:29:54 +0000
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