Wandering the lands unknown.
Searching for the land where sun shone.
The footprints so lone!
Reality is so prone.
The dream never sleeps.
The mind never weeps!
The eyes never peeps-
Cause heart gives all the leaps.
Tiresome is the journey so forth-
Grueling it would turn till the fort.
But would zeal dock at this port?
Or march on dream’s retort
Nothing has been achieved yet.
But the castles are all set-
To be won by the best!
Marching on, at hopes behest.
Every where is a new land-
Which waits for the magical hand.
But the feet bruised from the testing sand-
Lead to the softness of this magic wand?
Luv 'n' Luk
Arnab Chakraverty
7 comments:
Excellent job boy! it seems that ur expertise in thoughts and words are not only improving with time but they are taking form of a true proffessional, with the aspect of serene maturity and profound depth.Its sure to quench the thirst of the readers but would definately keep them longing for more...!!!
Brilliant poem!!!
Especially these lines...
"Nothing has been achieved yet.
But the castles are all set-
To be won by the best!
Marching on, at hopes behest."
Awesome will be an understatement .. I read all the posts ..Needless to say u are a STAR..!
Keep it up! Cheers!
Keep Up !!
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reading that, i went what i went through was like Robert frost, Emerson, Robert frost, excellent. i mean, it has that lone ranger feel to it, i guess everyone goes through that in life, don't we, when that protection that we enjoyed as children is no longer existent, it gives you mixed feelings, one, to venture out into the hitherto unknown and untested avenues, and the other, of insecurity and fear. the poem was overall, refreshing.
I liked all of them....gud work!!!
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