Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Unchartered waters, undreamt shores
From Unchartered waters, un-dreamt shores
Winds of change come calling for
Laden with seeds of opportunity, they come
Also carrying the forces of challenges along.
The fears of novicity may creep in
So what, if the design perfections aren’t seen.
For, the woods would be silent
If no birds sang….
Except those, who sang the best
It’s hard when I have to
And easy when I want to
Is a sweet rhyme, worth the rehearse.
Coz nothing can tranquilize the mind so much
As a focused goal and a steady purpose.