Saturday, 30 March 2013

Poem - Knowing the future


















    Oh my mind,
    I don't want to be told,
    what does my,
    unknown future hold,
    let the wise time,
    at his own pace unfold,
    the moments to be set free,
    as the time's wheel is rolled,
    they bring some disposition,
    whether warm or cold.

    If I would know it,
    it may not change,
    but become a reason for,
    my happiness or my rage,
    it would become even more difficult,
    to find the key of this cage,
    So, just be calm enough,
    to enjoy the present stage,
    Soon we may find out,
    the way to home through this maze.


                                                  - N K Sran

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