Every single drowning man
Wants a straw in his life;
Be it a fragmented, long lost dream;
However vague his hope may seem,
Without it he can't survive.
Every single drowning man
Needs a straw in his life.
As he sinks further into quicksand,
He tries to grab a helping hand,
Only to realise they all have left,
Like expert burglars after a theft.
He tries his best to hold his breath
In a desperate struggle to survive.
Every single drowning man
Is his own straw in his life.
* veritable thought.
ReplyDelete'all through life
I furrow my own fen ,
weed out,sow my beliefs
and water my values and faith.
Like standing tree firmly stand
and weather all seasons
of life , even when
whispering wind ,
scorching sun ,
mild storm
may rustle
my feathers.
I stand tall all alone ,
even if not praised '.