The dreamy oar
Rows along,
As silence breaks into
A beautiful bird song.
Eyes wish-filled
Stare around,
To sneak-peek across
The horizon beyond.
The luscious joys await
In that heavenly abode,
And I could hardly wait
To get out of this din mode.
But it’s just a dream
That everyone embrace,
To move forward
With a brave face.
Struggles in life is
A never-ending part,
To make perfect — Work, Family,
And the melodramatic Love chart.
Struggles give hope
To reach that Bread
That will come without the Sweat,
With a perfectly laid Cheese Spread.
It’s this hope
That clings to the heart,
As we play our
Decided part.
The wish-filled eyes remain
On the longing,
To move beyond the horizon and
Have a flawless beginning.
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Scribbles of a jaded Mind
PoetryA random collection of poems, the ones that were never planned but happened.
