My life's canvas was full of smear
I had no dreams
or may be too many of them
My fear and worry teetered between mild and sheer
I wasn't sure what to choose
or whom to hear.
Pandemonium of my thoughts
was rotting my core
Till goals rescued me
and painted a beautiful painting out of my soul's vibgyor.
Goals gave me something in the morning to wake up for
Lighthouse to my life's ship
Guide to my soul.
Goals helped me focus and
became my second skin
They gave me reason to live and
put an end to my mind's din.
I started devouring on God's energy
taking benefit of universal synergy.
My goals written in front of me
started moving nearer to me
My dreams got clearer to me
Soon they became a reality.
That's what goals did for the famous few
That's what goals did for me
and could do for you!
(19.08.2011; New Delhi; India)
This is nice poem. Goals give reason to live. Aimless life is nothing. Good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
goals playig a soccer of thoughts until you save urself as the goalkeepr poet here.Wonderful job.