I kissed the first ray through window pane,
To ease the last night dream’s soaring pain,
Its quite odd to feel that fragrant touch,
Though no feeling in life exists as such,
There is much I can relish in that dream,
But fear to lose life’s all cream,
Full of potential to traverse Earth in one go,
I mostly to my lethargy bow.
Every night I sleep with resolutions I make,
That undue nonchalance of my life breaks,
There exists two within me,
Even then I don’t work hard as bee,
I wish IF I could think the Kipling way,
Its tough to be tough than to easily sway,
I fight myself, I scream sans noise,
I wither inside to maintain outside poise.
Beauty is all about frill and show,
No more exists midst the beholder’s brow,
In the times today if you don’t know to kneel,
It is testimony that you do not feel,
My face has breached it’s contract with heart,
Only those succeed who master this art,
They say be true to eat the toast,
I loved only to lose my post.
On this barren land yet I find some hope,
The creeping ant not loses heart to cope,
I’ll burn midnight oil with utmost toil,
Come what may,my efforts won’t foil,
I never fawned, I never pawned,
I did,what on my heart ever dawned,
For all I have can only be mine,
To cash my skills one needs my sign.
– PRASHANT
Small City Thinker 