Drifting!
Life is something
Which I don't try
To understand;
Neither do I try
To fit it to my dreams.
The two are far apart
Like the poles of the earth.
As bound by a tale
I dangle in between.
The wind blows,
Now east now west
Carrying me with it
Or thrusting me away.
My eager arms
Crave to be fulfilled,
But eluding me
The flowers escape
Leaving behind
A handful of leaves.
Well! If that be my share
I won't ever complain
If u will only manage
To share it with me
My tears will then shine;
My despair sparkle
And my handful of leaves
Will blossom into a flower
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