Come like flicker
My ceaseless pains
Throng the firmament
To gather those
quicker
Than the fast moving
span
Which always has and
can
Vanish all thoughts
Very tall……ideation
new
May witness praise
very less
And have to embrace
fall
Who after all can
claim
To know the
destiny’s race.
If she is happy
Would you receive
All grace, or none
Can cease the heap
of blame
On your perpetually
tired soul.
Living life of
fulfillment
Or defeating losses
imminent
And meeting all
cherished goal
Is what all want
But only very few
See the
culmination……..
Most keep expecting
In anticipation.
Others just sew
Their torn
dreams………………….