Life is a journey full of mystery,
You never know when comes joy and when the misery.
Help me handle,
Both in peace and gentle.
I wanted to fly high,
Like a free bird on the open sky.
I nurtured my dreams day and night
But got it snatched in a flash of a sight.
Like a child’s candy ripped off from her,
I cried cried my vision blur.
With a heavy heart helpless I feel,
Deep within there is a suppressed zeal.
In a cobweb, I got caught,
Struggling to free from the awful knot.
Months went by and years too,
My dreams still fresh yet to come true.
I am no more sad and no more cry,
Because I know I would reach the “sky” which is the ceiling high
You will definitely fly, as you know what stops you doing that
lovely poem archana, keep writing and do post them for us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really beautiful thought with economy of words yet genial that flows luscious with ingenuity, i adore and admire with credit of10+, thanks for sharing