The Lonely Wire Poem by Sanjeev Kumar

Whenever I will get to,
Look deep into your eyes,
I will know the things,
I will need to tell you,
I will come to know,
How to set a soul on fire, and
Put the self on the lonely wire,
Whatever the mortal or the immortal gazes,
The joys got to get their wings,
And the heart must therefore begin to sing;
This much life treated either as soil,
or the gold must meet its strategic commitments,
Made sometime back, therefore the completions
Prove to often very difficult to hold forth,
I know it, and you know it further far off well
The truth that hides now to be in the open,
Six years or the six decades after,
Like the bird that learns to walk through the sky,
dancing through the airs, and singing tunes,
Reach the stars after a spending a life in the shell.