Little do I move ahead…
On the
ways I had wished…
As the seasons blink…
Little
do I grow on the sands I stood…
Little do the clouds move in the sky…
When
the Sun ponders over its daily plan…
Little do I sing these days…
The
Songs of Summer and Spring…
The keys of my piano remain silent…
So do
I; Often the clock kicks me awake…
Little do I follow…
The
footsteps of Destiny and Time…
Keeping and Falling things in place…
Little
do I follow my life and its pace…!
Time has its own magical pace
that plays an instrumental role in human life. Be it pacifying some emotions or
altering one’s plans. Everyone keeps
speeding up day in and day out to match the so called inimical pace by garnering
land or paper rockets and balls (Read:
Degrees & Currency Notes). Let me take some time out, take a pause
for some unknown cause and let me be oblivion of any such apocryphal pace and
see what was left and what more could suffice…!!!
Amit
Purohit
The
Lone Soldier
Share
