I walk on the path afresh
To find foot prints of my folks
My heart swells with courage unknown
New responsibilities it evokes
Too grown up for one league
While young amongst the old
The wheel of life slowly creaks
In to a new role I mould
I shall try and do my supreme best
In to a new life I am reborn
Fly, live the dreams – yours and mine
With every blissful morn!
~Sam
3 comments:
Very good poem..!! simple words :)
Someone is blossoming into a poet. Grand. Every morning is very blissful, indeed.
Joy always,
Susan
@Madhumati- Thank you! :D
@Susan- Oh! Welcome back to the blog.. missed you.Thank you Susan. Very true.
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