Faraway musings – a poem
So far so good
And we still are moving on,
To feel so good
Reasons have a roving moan.
For a life time
You wonder to die,
For an entire life
You care to cry.
None to gather your tears
Futile efforts to bleed,
Then they do seek always
Smile to stir the need.
Several dew drops do swell
From the last edge of hell,
Nobody to brood the quell
Forlorn sorrows to marvel.
The gap and the question
Whispers in the air,
To quench the thirst trodden
Aspire for the fare.
Whimsical touch of the decade
And miracles revolve gaiety,
Proverbial crunch of real facade
Desires sour to hear frailty.
Times will grow up to be matured
Days will be real merrier,
Stars will shine sure to be lured
Moon shall be the carrier.
Trees will gild the green once again
To bloom the flowers hued,
Rivers will flow yet again path anew
Even rains will shower brewed.
Such a wait to be lived for
Another life and another time,
Much a thrive to be made for
Another verse and another hype.
But we still are moving on…
So far and so good,
Reasons have a roving moan
To feel so good.