January 13, 2009
By Harsha Mishra, Bareilly, ZZ

I am the sky,
Everyone try to touch me,
But are unable to jump that high.

I am like the sea,
Everyone try to know about me,
But are unable to dive that deep.

I am like the forest,
Dying daily,
But always green for others.

I am like a bird,
I don’t have a single destination,
I don’t have a definite limit.

I am like soft wind,
Pleasant for others,
But still wandering.

I am like a river,
I chose my own path,
So that I don’t blame others for my tomorrow.

I am like a wave,
I never return back towards the sea,
Though I drop while reaching the shore.

A fake smile on my face,
Tears hiding behind my eyes,
So that the world can see only the first one.

As I am the nature’s form,
I have never learnt to ask,
But to provide what others are asking for.

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richa said...
on Apr. 11 2009 at 8:55 am
marvellous poem


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