For I assume that I could resume Back to a lapse of time I could change something and return But then I realise That I already have a fruit in my hand The fruit that could suppress my hunger Might not the pain of hunger; I no wonder admire I started living for present The survival of a warrior Strong enough to meet the future And beautiful enough to handle the past. I no longer regret things I no longer excite desires I no longer stick to any hunch I no longer carry hatred; I am grown up! With an incompleteness of perfection I am grown up! With a perfection of happiness I am grown up! With a ransom of hope I am grown up! I am finally a sophisticated lass. For I assume I am right to be ambitious I need not rush to be big But I could focus on things That could make me big! The when I started living my dream I could resume the dream I dreamt Then I realise dreams could be true When the colours of will are bound To be a bette...
A hope to live gives you a desire to live. You are installed and born You are raised and upgraded You learn things to live You walk, you talk, you eat and you read And a stage of life you step on to Where things start changing What you do right is wrong for others And answers start changing one to one You were never thought of answering two for one You get jumbled into the colors of population You see the mantras of orange and candles of white You see the unity of green and learns all are not anymore the same You do mistakes and learn You fall down, raise and clear your wounds You live in crowd different yet inherited You find a way to live And you hope to live again ones more. A desire to live as you find a hope to live.
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