A Bold Master
say's my heart, let me fly
chains and bonds, of world and lie
say's the hollow , follow me up
pains in my eyes, just don't let me sob...
My path is alone, just let me follow
weight of my dreams, doesn't chase me slow
sky so wide , braces me tight
say's its silence, yes, you are ELITE....
Throne of the ocean, awaits me ,dry;
prince of pain being born to CRY
says my light ,blow me off
hands of my hope ,still in cuffs
Voice deep within,shouting so loud!
supreme of love;this is what all its about.
Path of your dreams ,upon which you fall.
REMEMBER, fruit of your failure is the sweetest of all...........
Copyright © Jaanam Pokhrel | Year Posted 2013
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