From here to there
Her to their…
For him to bear
Breathing air so rare
Wood and steel
The heart of joy
To Touch the sky
Battles and pains
Lie within the casket
On forgotten trains
Journey of hopes
Dreams on sails
Smiling faces and Soundless wails
Anchor and steed
Of masters whips and chases,
The flowing manes on endless races…
Gyanban Thoughts : the life we design to perfect sometimes becomes the labyrinth of forgotten dreams, of missed bends and careful bumps. These few lines just drift away into the unknown just like a steed running in the fields...
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