At dawn I set out -
A prisoner of needs trudging towards
an unwanted destination
Blue sky, green trees fail to cheer up the mind
benumbed by grey existence
I look up - the burst of sunshine blinds my eye
The blooms of tabebuia tree make me a butterfly...
A prisoner of needs trudging towards
an unwanted destination
Blue sky, green trees fail to cheer up the mind
benumbed by grey existence
I look up - the burst of sunshine blinds my eye
The blooms of tabebuia tree make me a butterfly...
4 comments:
Profound..truly profound!
Rehab chougle, thank you! One does feel the monotony of life dragging us down but moments like these are saviours..
Ah so this is where it came from eh ;)
Bingo! :)
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