Thursday, April 25, 2013
Hope Is Alive
As the sun set in dawning style,
But not as similar to the morning time.
I moved in the dark with my withering steps
As some of the successor went laughing by.
Little time ago, I too was in this race
But soon got lost due to my own mistakes.
I am walking alone in this nightmare dark,
With fog helping the rivals, in diminishing my spark.
Soon some passed with their successful stride
With their lights opened at ultimate height.
In my lost world, when hope was shorted sight
I found the right path, and went straight aright.
Soon that barrier of faultiness was deprived
And I got this feeling that:-
Hope Was Still Alive