Make To-Days Look Like Trips To Mall Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If desert's dry sands stretch all life,
Sail across the sea, take a stroll.
If joys flood, pockets prone to spill,
Recall sorrows, some grief and gall.
Ask moonless dark night how she feels
Shooting stars when shoot tongue-in-jowl.
Such be the truth of every life—
It lives until fate comes to call.
Balloon's bloated air be all joys,
And grief oh an over-done doll!
Long miles to make and falling short,
Try stretching limits, small and tall.
Why worry for morrows at all,
Make to-days look like trips to mall.
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Ghazals | 03.11.16 |