Monday, December 28, 2009
Standing still alone in the twilight
but pointing course to losted lives
Amazingly notices the smirks on the faces
but no one greeted pharos till night
Making it milestone, people comes and goes
but nobody sits and talk to pharos
Sailing all, who goes through it
but nobody tapped its rocks and endured
The Gleaming, lambent flint
Never weep or turn clamorous
Its is good in his acts and playing well
Cheerfully assist without condone
But sometimes the beacon majestic
Desires the light, a simple kind sight
Alas!! Who enlightens course of lots
lives solely in the dark, with rave storms
Cogitates mind that bright is not far flight
Somebody will bend and palpate its broken
coarse of cradles to hint of alright
Amazingly holds the tactility sway and woven
Its not the lighthouse- hulk with light
Its life of mine, real correlative and out of sight
Where storms and twisters barges with pride
Darned a lot but no-longer reparable is its flight
Seeks sewer, can mend threads - corned
Can feel the rhythm of veins aside
cast the replica, now alive and gild
wanna fly the trajectory, it destined.....
