It's a tale of my mind - the internal fight.
This is not all that I have to say,
coz' it's a line between yay or nay.
The lively moment fresh as the dew
would pass onto the thin air.
I want to relish them as forever new
and freeze eternally those moments rare.
I'm asked, 'What is it I want to tell
about an wounded heart and battered soul?'
Oh! Those were the circumstances I fell,
I'm still up - time couldn't take its toll!
Not all rise and fall are ever told,
where one life is not too much time.
It's good to have fear and still be bold.
This is how in life and poetry I rhyme.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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