Blow the trumpet
Let it not be dust in the wind,
When I look back.
Thou speak in clichés
Fiddling with violin.
How shalt thou appraise?
Tears and smile.
For astray eyes
Are after,
Trumpet it can blow out
deafening.
Shimmering lights,
Enclosed the pastures.
Lights born out of
Papers will fade away.
Search, struggle and shout
It’s not over until I win.
itna tough english adha baat to sir ke upar se paar ho gaya :) jokes apart bahut accha hai.... really too good..
ReplyDeletehaha....thank you !!
Deletefb par pura poem explain kiya hai waise.
Thanks ke tum time nikal kar dekhe ..