Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Dear bygone year....

I soared to the heights, enjoying the flight and mood.
Unmindful of  how insignificant became the world
With ecstasy and happiness as my wings spread apart..
Surging  ahead till my pinions burnt and sight did part.
Blindfolded I fell into  some unknown abyss
Cursing the  haughtiness, yet  savouring the bliss..
OH! This sorrow marks a definite means to measure
The seams of love which  I held close with pleasure,
Blameless though, for my dear heart could  learn
To love with purity and to give without restrain..
Of what use is lamenting for a lost wing now
When before ,I never attempted to fly ,anyhow..

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