Tuesday, February 14, 2012

CONFUSIONS

Why is it an empty void,
our life do often seem?
Tussles we wanted to avoid,
and acts we hoped to redeem.

Why is it an endless wait,
we long to reach the end?
Most follow life like a bait,
and forget joy at each bend.

Our life, is a journey sweet,
and not a madding chase.
Be gleeful, like a bird's tweet,
and clear away the haze.

Prasenjit©1997-2012

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