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The Pursuit

April 17th, 2008 No comments

The Pursuit


Like a monsoon wind,

It splashes on my thoughts


Not so rough but hard as the wall,

Hitting my strings,

Taking the call,


On duty, it remains to remind,

I am walking without a hand,

Carrying no carts, leaving lot behind,


Dragging the boot on sands,

Here have I started,

Journey will take time crossing unseen lands,


Thereís no heart for the lines,

Pursuit is the end,

No holdings with the golden wines,


I hold the rain,

So will with the wind,

Happiness is what I pursue,


Worlds will be dropped,

So could be the carts,

But the end will not shift,

It will belong,

Allowed will never be

the games of broken heart.

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