We always crave for the things that we do not have<\/p>\n
And ignore the bucket full of\u00c2\u00a0 smiles lying around<\/p>\n
Is it the irony of\u00c2\u00a0 our times, we realize too late<\/p>\n
The sparks of light on the way, seem like a bait<\/p>\n
Life tests us often, and tries it old tricks, without a slip, or a slate<\/p>\n
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We miss the friends, fellows and all those<\/p>\n
Who walked and walked along for thousand of miles<\/p>\n
In search of truth that some considered a waste<\/p>\n
For others, a mistaken adventure, of dried twigs and tears, just a paste<\/p>\n
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I am not sure, if I know, whether I will walk long enough<\/p>\n
Some times, I might stumble, without having a hand to hold<\/p>\n
Your shadows will chase me, even if you are too tired to stand<\/p>\n
I will come back, with lot of flowers, some hot soup, and a warm hand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We always crave for the things that we do not have And ignore the bucket full of\u00c2\u00a0 smiles lying around Is it the irony of\u00c2\u00a0 our times, we realize too late The sparks of light on the way, seem like a bait Life tests us often, and tries it old tricks, without a slip, or … <\/p>\n