Why the grass on the other side of the fence is green,
When lovely flowers bloom this side of garden
Why the sounds of the distant drums is pleasant,
When lilting music plays next to ears
Why go the other side of river?
When sweetheart stands holding hand.
Why gaze towards the promised land?
When motherland gives all
Is it the desire to conquer the unknown?
Or stoke the embers to keep the fire in mind aglow
It is to fulfill dreams nurtured with passion
To conquer many more miles before eternal sleep
When lovely flowers bloom this side of garden
Why the sounds of the distant drums is pleasant,
When lilting music plays next to ears
Why go the other side of river?
When sweetheart stands holding hand.
Why gaze towards the promised land?
When motherland gives all
Is it the desire to conquer the unknown?
Or stoke the embers to keep the fire in mind aglow
It is to fulfill dreams nurtured with passion
To conquer many more miles before eternal sleep
:) it's our wild side that needs to roar ;)
ReplyDeleteWell said Chintan...could'nt agree more ;)
ReplyDeleteThe green grass on the other side is sometimes an astroturf.
ReplyDelete:) Loved the weave.
Alka..... thanks for adding humor
ReplyDelete