Sand is slipping down my hand, when I try to hold it.
The clay loses its shape although I try to mould it.
The Wind is strong, I know I cannot hold longer.
I have begun to lose, I thought I was stronger.
Things go wrong at times, I try and do all what I can.
Why do I sometimes find myself a helpless man.
Its autumn, time for the tree to shed its leaves in vain.
I am counting the days when it would be green again.
4 comments:
hero ap strong ho..muhje ab pata chala..
4 u buddy...
Sand will stay and the clay will mould,
But you better not forget, friends are there to hold,
And then, may the wind be many a fold.
Yes, things do go wrong at times,
The best bet my friend, then, is to climb climb and climb,
You forget, but you have been a help to many a mortal,
And a gentleman like you can never be alone in his struggle,
It is autumn for everyone and life's become a big battle,
But remember my dear friend light is awaiting us all at the end of the tunnel...
All you need now in your life is your sweet divine sunshine,
With her all your troubles will be fine,
Till then, my friend, my brother, we are there to be your lifeline,
So let’s go bully all that is malign,
And take on life with a little whiskey rum and wine ;) :) :)
heeera tujhe kya hua..tum kab se aisa likhnae laga..sab bhabhi ji ka kamal hai :)
watever i write cant be better than what gaurav wrote...green will be the next color n will come soon:-)
Post a Comment