Miracle 99 - Poem by sayan sil
Not long after it was
When my name was called
Not long after it was
When everything has hauled
A sense of pleasure.
My feebled legs erected my frame
My humbled head, beared a name.
As I walked down the aisle
Remembered I all the while.
Of the summer, once bright and gold
Has by far become all old.
Of the spring once merry and gay
Left behind all the way.
Of the winter, once cold and snow
How did all I let of go
The eyes were but on me then
Thundering claps & the tiger’s mane
Helped I was on the dias, as I rose
The applause for a second froze.
There it was the magic I built,
Trades for A lifetime’s guilt
There was a miracle that got me done
Precious, precious just the one.
I hung my head for a seconds time,
Honest enough and accepted my crime.
Moments are lived to create moments
So choose them, as they pass by
Today it might be sunny and blue
Tomorrow, Who knows the color of sky?
Design some dream that u r living for
And chase them as u may
But careful as u carve the road
Don’t lose things on your way.
All my age I have lived for u, driven my legs for a dream
Today as lights flash across, I die for a silly sunbeam.
All my grey hair, has withered in thought
Of creating the perfect day.
The perfect is a farfetched dream
Here is where I lay..
Perfect cannot be magiced into,
Miracled into life.
Perfect is to live your day
Happy every moment you thrive.
So think before you clap your hand,
As this old man dismounts the stage
R u so living your moments
Or paying your dreams their wage.
Coz age will conquer not 1 but all,
That remains a truth as sun
By the time ends this curtain call,
Let that word be the one.
Satisfied, to share my thoughts,
give them the perfect line
came down my feebled legs
inside boots that shine.
Roared the stage with a thousand claps
As did the crowd below.
I smiled at their helplessness
The last chance that I let go.
Someone has designed their dreams,
cannot be wiped out fine.
Counting the miracles of my life,
Years were ninety nine.
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