A kind gesture, a long mile
A pat on the shoulder, a brush of a smile
A stroke of the cheek, a lone tear
A gentle embrace, goodbye to fear
Kindness so soft, heart so serene
A tinkle of a laugh, nothing mean…
A small gift, an overwhelming sense
An attempt to converse, letting down of defense…
Yet too fast we run, missing the signs
The destination ironically we left behind…
Where are we going? Whose their too wait?
With everyone running, love is left on fate…
Love replaced by like, dislike with hate
Spontaneity over, relationships are delayed
Looking for appreciation, we step on each others toe
When all we wanted was someone to show…
Yet someone for others, we can’t be
No one appreciates us you see
So no kind gestures, no pat on the shoulder
Need to win, become the fence or the boulder
Tears are falling, no time for a hug
No time to laugh, emotions we need to shrug
Gifts are a luxury, materialistic possessions you see
Conversation is a privilege, hurried sentence if you please
The defenses are up, the heat alone
Where is the world our mothers has shown?
Reality is a race, sometimes you loose
But what is winning, is for you to choose
1 comment:
dats an orhsome one buddy really started loving d world more dan b4...............
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