A reply to a poem about 'how present is a reflection of past'
Raise your head, look above,
The silver lining awaits,
You may have ashes behind you,
But roses to follow your fate.
Don't turn just look ahead,
Fortune favours the brave,
For you have nothing to loose,
For the worst is burried in grave.
Forget the pieces you left behind,
Crumbled paper will always stain,
Just keep moving forward and don't stop,
Time will teach you to live with the pain.
Forward march, And don't stop,
That's why eyes aren't behind,
For only those who don't moan,
Gets the gold he wants to find.
Raise your head, look above,
The silver lining awaits,
You may have ashes behind you,
But roses to follow your fate.
Don't turn just look ahead,
Fortune favours the brave,
For you have nothing to loose,
For the worst is burried in grave.
Forget the pieces you left behind,
Crumbled paper will always stain,
Just keep moving forward and don't stop,
Time will teach you to live with the pain.
Forward march, And don't stop,
That's why eyes aren't behind,
For only those who don't moan,
Gets the gold he wants to find.
bhut pyaari kavita hai bhaiya.......
ReplyDeleteek insaan jo poori trha toot gaya hai,
usko ye kavita bakhubi honsla de sakti hai aage badne k liye.......
Hmm..
ReplyDeleteActually ek admi ne kavita likhi thi ki kis tarah har rah par usse apne purani baaton ki parchai nazar aati hai...
So told him to move forward! :)