Rise

Gone with the wind by the coldness of winter
And cash-in the pieces that have spilled by the splinter.
As clear as He hear and as far as He see,
Never would He achieve as fast as the sprinter.
Is this His destiny?

No, He has to run, yet He has to achieve
For He has not lost His breath.
A NEW CHAPTER WOULD CONCEIVE.

Reviews

[suchitra sarmah]

beautifully written,good work,i liked it

[thatbrat]

thankyou so much .. :)

[suchitra sarmah]

beautifully written..good work..i liked it