The Pursuit
April 17th, 2008
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,
There's 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.
