throbbing with vibrant drive;
however, it's nothing but
mere irresistible illusion,
that deceives me in midway
when I want to believe in one….
But a crimson streak of faith
illuminates my path in rough
illuminates my path in rough
to show me perils of pitfalls,
a long stick of infinite hope
holds my frightened hands
through this traffic of events….
Now I am fond of this jaunt:
with all its ironical frolics,
with all its interim agitations,
takin' slippery gravels in stride;
leavin' footprints on its tide.
I am fond of this jaunt-
jaunt of Life as it is…....
jaunt of Life as it is…....
-Shivali
fabuluous imagination ma'am...:)
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