It is never too late to
begin again,
The road is still long
and yet to end.
Look the sun is up and no
rain,
The road is not the same
rend.
Beaten you were by the
wrath of stars,
Definitely intended it
was not to scar you.
But to familiarize you
with the scars,
Not all not seen aren’t without
scars; quite an awe.
“Stallion, get out of the
cage,
Beat the dust off your
heart.
Scar is just a skin with
a concealed message.
Oh, my dear, don’t take
it too hard,” beckons your heart.
Determined and POSITIVELY motivated,
On a new road with the
birds you sing.
Win or lose least bothers
you, aggravated,
All you seek: solace,
serenity, tranquility and zing. |
| Sun rise in Shataksha Pry School. - Taken at 6.20am, on 10th April 2016 at 2000m above the sea level approximately. 140 kms away from the capital, 4 hours drive and 2 hours hike up the terrain. |
The picture and the poem totally relates to each other. No doubt it is never too late but if an opportunity once gone never comes back.
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ReplyDeletehe best evening poems From sunsets to twilight and dusky moments, poets have often focused on that time of day when the light is fading
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