Born small and tender,
Like the fire flies - fragile and slender,
Adored, fed and well cared,
'Til our heart and feelings can bear. (Childhood)
Roaming the world with a flutter,
Searching for a hand when the heart shudder,
Painting many pictures in the minds clutter,
Filled with love and anger, a part of our hearts mutter. (Adolescence)
Toiling and Moiling to make our ends meet,
Acting and packing with people, for better treat.
Snaky and slicky, our twisted minds be,
Following rusty path, our contorted minds cant see. (Adulthood)
Searching for the lost ages we tread,
Losing peace, love and affection we dread.
Aimed to reach stars, we desired,
Only hopes left behind, in our pyres. (2nd childhood???? - Oldage)
2 comments:
nice thought... expressive words...
irony is my latest post is also on the same plot... :)
Simply superb...i like it..keep doing buddy..
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