A quatrain that simply emerged in my mind out of nowhere. It portrays the thoughts that are etched deep within my mind as I near the end of college life and embark on my journey of professional life.
Leagues to fly before I sleep
--in peace, scores of promises to keep
--I have; I long my neck and look afar,
I m paused,nay, poised. I am my brother
learning the sky, before flying high...
3 comments:
a very beautiful poem ,apt thought process ......
Sahi hai bhai....usne pada kya ;)
i so much hate this pic...though the written matter seems very apt..
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