Esplanade of Past Future
Hope was mistaken
The destiny is sure
By age all I had was taken
The quest hast always pure;
As isolated as the ruins of Babylon
Tunes I heard was immature-couldn’t dance
Whispered a voice give up not! Carry on
And all desired now in abundance,
Most times we need not what we need
And time only shall tell
Attain not what’s destined with greed
Alas! Humility is appreciated ..all is well;
Today is just yesterdays
Life not a dream we’ve come to stay
Real you yet on the way
O! to regret nothing-in my bed in peace I lay.
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