Photo taken at Plitvice National Park, Croatia by Vibhor Dhote Oh! What are these days I have found myself in! The bagpacks I carry n...
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
I write tonight this song
of stoics and emotions
of hatred and devotions
for the man who never kept his words
for the woman who conceived each to be true
for the broken promises and hopes high
for the lost love and solace found
for the letters unwritten and songs sung
for the million tears and smiles few...
for the woman who wanted to fly
for the man with wings broken
for the dreams shattered and heights unreached
for the million places yet unseen
for the vows forced and rules breached...
for the man who loved with a frail heart
for the woman too strong to falter
for the anxieties felt and her insouciance
for the feelings untold and truths confessed
for the first song and their last dance
for the realities that hurt
and imaginations that solaced...
for the woman whose courage was all she had
for the man who shattered her only asset
for the fears instilled by the cruel laughs
for the claims of love and scars of war
for the battles fought and lost
for the courage feigned
for the innocence that left
for the life regained...