Going with the wind
Going with the wind
without struggling
moving to south north
so weightless high flying..
Wind storms or breeze
adjusting to their speed
never tried against,
so much loyal or weak?
Roaming so wide far
through jungles and desserts
cities ,towns ,villages
have seen many types of lifes .
Then why that smile not light
my face ,like a full moon.
Why not I can spread
happiness on move?
14 comments:
Sad thoughts.
May the sun shine brightly on your face.
Lovely depiction of the life journey and the lines are embedded with a tinge of sadness too I feel.
A spell -check too is recommended to bring out more beauty here.
Thanks for dropping by my place.Will be back to read more--I loved the spider -fly poem a lot!
It's a question I ask myself too as I go where life takes me. but for every smile that reflects the one on my face, I find very much that happiness and the happiness becoming more :)
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I learned that when my eyes smile together with my lips, happiness can't resist not to stop by. Cheers on your wonderful poem :)
Why not, indeed? Perhaps we all need a bit of a chosen path...
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/21/unrelated/
may you have all the best in life.. and you find happiness in the most unexpected places :)
liked it
love the nature in your words.
apt and lovely job.
wonderful nature write.. my thursday post : http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/20/me-before-us/
Going with the wind... and life, wonderfully written Rashmi.
Maybe you should try flying against the wind for a change,see how that would feel Just a thought :)
lovely poem ..its always the journey that's the important part of life ..thank you
The thought of moving and freedom envisioned in this poem really strike accord with my roamer's soul. A truly enjoyable poem.
The Lonely Recluse.
lovely imagery.
Nice...even though it is sad.
Cheers,
Rahul/Foxy
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