When the flower is fully come up
It always has the fear for the day
The day to be taken away from it's mother tree
Till the end of it's life
Am I an emotional fool who always
wishes to catch time in a handful
Otherwise thinking the outward appearance
To be the real one
Feeling the presence of mind
Through it's continuous beat
I always feel irritably
I wish to give up my outer shell
And fly through the blue sky
Like a bird free of sorrow
Sipping the freedom of soul
Till God comes to me in a chariot
And carries me with him to his abode.....
Nisha N
It always has the fear for the day
The day to be taken away from it's mother tree
Till the end of it's life Am I an emotional fool who always
wishes to catch time in a handful
Otherwise thinking the outward appearance
To be the real one
Feeling the presence of mind
Through it's continuous beat
I always feel irritably
I wish to give up my outer shell
And fly through the blue sky
Like a bird free of sorrow
Sipping the freedom of soul
Till God comes to me in a chariot
And carries me with him to his abode.....
Nisha N
Time is but a passing glimpse that touches us once then flies away...u cannot hold it for it may slip away like sand...u cannot own it but feel it as it moves away...but it carries you forward with it...hence you are and will be a part of it...yes like a bird u may enjoy its vastness...
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true neelima & thanks 4 sharing your view point with us
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