source:snoron
With a handful of hope, I resort to make a living; I defy death everyday, A victim of my thoughts, Hallucinating success in the pavements of luck, Is no more an option! Experiences are not always lesson;
With a handful of trust, I anchor my boat; I can see the road, Beyond the horizon; I can go back today, Never to return; I surmised options not meant for me, Again the fruits are not savoured by the tree Rivers never quench its thirst; The stars knows its course, They need not see! My genuflections went unnoticed;
Let it be!?
