Wednesday, 18 January 2012

To Manipur, with love

The day beckons with open hands
Pushing my frontiers, step over errands;
Who cares the shackles,they are bound to snap
Rejuvenated I am,from the warmth of nature's lap

She holds out comfort,She is the saving grace
who wants the guns roaring,smoke,blanket haze?
Let men live, let peace get its due
Second chance is an entitlement,let life start anew

But, are my wishes destined to be doomed, unanswered;
like disappearing ripples in a pond perturbed?
Nay, I believe in the Sun, his enlivening rays
You are looking into a gleaming future with lustrous days.

3 comments:

  1. The dawn shall break, into a sunny balm
    For can the haze eclipse, the sun and the soothing calm;
    The hopes of a new day, are humming a tune
    The cuckoo is calling, the nightingales croon.

    Peace in a paradise, so natural it seems
    Like love to a mother, to sleep are the dreams;
    Muskets will rust, in shall come a wave divine
    The tides will turn, the state will shine.

    So bright'll be the sheen, of this land unknown
    The bards will praise, in a happy intone;
    Your wish will flower, all tender and bright
    The future beckons the morning light.

    (You Know Who) :) :P

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  2. And yes.... Beauutifullllll.., it is getting awesome and awesome day by day.... :)

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  3. thank u.. and yours are reaching the awesomest levels :)

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