Prime of life
O to fly like the bird
Feel the free wind in my face
To escape the clutches of routine
To experience the unique pleasures
How I wish I could
Make best of my prime of life
To stop the compromise at every step
And finish the search for my flame
Who would fuel me to distant shores
To explore and experience
My heart’s desires
To excite the brain
To live a free life
And to be able to live it
How I wish I could
Make best of my prime of life
O to fly like the bird
Feel the free wind in my face
To escape the clutches of routine
To experience the unique pleasures
How I wish I could
Make best of my prime of life
To stop the compromise at every step
And finish the search for my flame
Who would fuel me to distant shores
To explore and experience
My heart’s desires
To excite the brain
To live a free life
And to be able to live it
How I wish I could
Make best of my prime of life
posted by shantanu | 4:22 PM
2 Comments:
go and rag biyani...its not the time to write poetry ;)
do you feel any sense of beginning within you? imagine 25 years from you and imagine what all you may have to look at or regret..the possibilities are huge..
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