Posted by: Prem Piyush | August 8, 2007

My Song



Dreams floating in eyes,
The sandhill, I stand upon,
Wishes
In hands, the heavy blocks,
Tower, awaits my foundation.
Wishing, I don’t go wrong.

Strings are tied along,
Centered me and web around,
Or a some fisherman’s net,
Floating in the flood vast,
Wishing, I not get drown.

Journey is long,
To somewhere,
We all do belong.
Even if nothing goes along,
Wishing, just flows my song.

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  1. “Journey is long,
    To somewhere,
    We all do belong.
    Even if nothing goes along,
    Wishing, just flows my song.”

    Thanks for writing… such greate poem


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