The Frozen Senses
The frozen senses
The frozen senses, lives again
With a sunshine of hope
Over it, making each pain
Active again, and the fears door ope.
The twinkling dreams which are
Ready for show, the blushing delights
Reluctant, all the years near and far
And all the lows and heights.
Zeniths of glories, ready
To motivate, the disasters of past
Ready to teach, the victories steady,
Failures fast, all are ready to teach at last.
Akash Sangwan
Copyright © Akash Ripper | Year Posted 2014
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