Morning Raga
Every morning when I see the light
Flush the past, prepare to fly
The morning ragas blooms and glides
The sun on the other side shines bright
Being temperamental, born that way
That mark is always going to stay
Some walk the talk, some stay
Someone then decided to walk away
Some point, all you Want is to stay away,
Reality bites, from black it goes grey
Why, just another question in the fray
I might have to answer, some day
When you are pushed to the wall
When your confidence is at loss
When you cant think any more
Then you feel to run away from all
Smile, knowing it's just plastic
Flies, time always, it's fantastic
Glide, into my morning ragas, majestic
Confides, in distant memories, a soul keeps it.
2 comments:
good..
good one dude
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