Time
will set me free,
For
I am a traveller with no shady tree.
Walking
along the path of life is tough,
The
roads have curves, they are long and rough.
Peace
and solitude no way to be found,
Life
is even worse than a hound.
Work
is to be done day and night,
What
else is life but a constant fight?
Things
that attract us are tough to get,
Without
them we cannot set.
Hope
and despair invade our minds.
They
give us courage of unmatched kind.
The
zeal and enthusiasm push us ahead,
They
remind us of the roads to tread.
The
hectic world, so boring alas,
We
have to live here till our last.
I
wish I was born free as a bird,
Who moves about in his own world.
No
fear, No worries, No anxiety in his life,
Life
for him not a constant strife.
I
wish I was born tall as a tree,
That gives fruit and shade for free.
I
wish I was born large as a cloud,
Gives
us rain making noises aloud.
I
wish I was like the Sun so bright,
Gives
to the world the life giving light.
But
since I am born a petty human,
I
wish the time will set me free.
©HG
nice poem
ReplyDeletegreat situational poem.. i beleive everyone thinks the same when they in this situation but express only few... keep expressing:)
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