When I sit alone, preoccupied with a thought.
I feel, I see, I believe,
What all it holds for me,
And what all it does not.
Will a certain task,
Coming out of the destiny's flask,
Yield something good,
Or will it all be bad?
"Nothing is impossible", is what I've heard.
Nothing unapproachable in this boulevard.
So all presumptions I quit, all shackles I break.
And leap into the future, without a mistake. :)
I feel, I see, I believe,
What all it holds for me,
And what all it does not.
Will a certain task,
Coming out of the destiny's flask,
Yield something good,
Or will it all be bad?
"Nothing is impossible", is what I've heard.
Nothing unapproachable in this boulevard.
So all presumptions I quit, all shackles I break.
And leap into the future, without a mistake. :)
4 hugs.. ;):
very well pen down thoughts... some of the subjects chosen are not hackneyed...my favorite poems are "A silent cry" and "the perfect match"... u rock....!! :)
mine too...
thanks yaa... mwaah... ;) ;)
Oh my..never knew we got a poetess in our class..very well written.. i was all senti..:)..keep going!!
thankuuuu.... :) :)
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