Today,
When i saw,
few flowers on the roadside,
I thought,
probably spring has arrived,
Spring of Autumn,
to me, it really does not matter.
Seasons, in my life,
have come to a standstill,
Spring that follows autumn,
perhaps, has stopped at
someone else' door
and spring flowers
dont grow
outside my door,
any more !!!

I wanted to soar high,
to the limits of sky
i failed to do so
and my spirits went low
your company to me was dear,
but left me and disappear
your cudn't see my tears
and my life is full of wears
Despite that, i always smile
you were my closest, but
stayed across the miles
I held my breath and waited a lot
to have glimpses of those words
which could change my lot
It never came, who should i blame !!!

Stepping Stone

A child,
learning in the world,
how to strife,
His maiden lesson of standing is over
he is all set to walk with a roar
He wants to tell his father
not to worry, i will manage
without my rapport being damage
His father is afraid
that his steps, which are small
will take very long or he may fall
I was watching this game
and was keen for child's fame
i wanted to tell his father
let stepping stone be small, rather
than he takes long step
and wait for the jump
If starting step is small and firm
stronger will be the rest
'cause he will know
how to walk the best
He will be confident enough
and will have more courage,
let him go and play
with his own mud and clay,
let his soar himself without fear
and let him find his own way
Dont ask him to jump
let him learn walk and then run
your shouldnt worry, if his step is small
before one starts walking, one has to crawl !!!

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