Thursday, September 11, 2014

A Walk In Search Of A Broken Kite

When lost in the jungle of the past
My eyes were in search of the light
Path of regret and foot of fear
A walk in search of a broken kite.

It flew high it, got stuck
It rose again, it flew again
Either the wind could stop nor my hands
Mine was the game and the gain.

The sun got set and the clouds turned black
All of a sudden there was rain
It was hard to decide further
At once my kite lost in vain.

How can I sleep with lost dreams ?
Exhausted hopes shattered me.
Soul lost once is lost forever
From where will I find a all new me ?

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