At the far distance..
I see the greens..Peaceful sunrays..
Glistening beads of the rain,
The distant sound of the winds murmur,
A lone mountain still guarding the wild..
I want to be there.
I want to run in the open pastures,
Smell the wild flowers, bees humming, hovering above them.
Feel the damp earth...the gushes of the misty air,
Touch the raindrops…drink from the cool brooks,
Feel life….
But here I am..at the far end…
Cement jungles, and smoking cars..
Choked roads, and filthy gutters..
Alive yet dead inside…
Running to go ahead…but heading to the end..
Will it change someday…
Will I get to be there, at the distance??
Someday I will…
I see the greens..Peaceful sunrays..
Glistening beads of the rain,
The distant sound of the winds murmur,
A lone mountain still guarding the wild..
I want to be there.
I want to run in the open pastures,
Smell the wild flowers, bees humming, hovering above them.
Feel the damp earth...the gushes of the misty air,
Touch the raindrops…drink from the cool brooks,
Feel life….
But here I am..at the far end…
Cement jungles, and smoking cars..
Choked roads, and filthy gutters..
Alive yet dead inside…
Running to go ahead…but heading to the end..
Will it change someday…
Will I get to be there, at the distance??
Someday I will…