Oh my Lord!
Give me a way out,
To break-out and sprout;
To catch my will
Without any frill.
Oh my Lord!
Give me power...
To make a wish
And to vanish...
Into myself...
And to emerge again;
With an energetic Strain;
For thy sake,
Remember,
I am not fake;
And still awake...
I have thirst;
And do have thrust;
To hold it on...
And to get on.
Help me...
For I am here...
Without fear.
I am ready,
And steady.
And want to stand,
Walk, and run and fly,
Without being shy,
Until my breathe ends...
I remain awake....
- Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thirst n thrust........hmm grt... lykd it......nice use of rhymes.........kp going.....cuz u will reach grt heights........