Tuesday, June 28, 2011

...a sonnet(plus) for sprit sparkle

Where do these roads leads to

may be i don't know

but if i tread with composed gait

i will reach somewhere although

if i complain the weather is bad

and stoop down broken and sad

the road will grow tiring and bore

and each moment will feel sore

if i feel direction loss

time is ripe for a mental floss

brood over conscious to toss

baggage burden cumbrous

feel light and feel the gloss

rise and shine,and tread along

the winding path seeming so long

for just around the corner lies

calm and blue skies ....

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