In Search of My Giants
Gone are the days when giants used to be giant
With steel in their hearts and rocks in their path
With head higher than the highest, yet visible to rest
I walked with them holding their finger
They took me through fire and water, hell and heaven
With their eyes I saw beyond the horizon
Yet I couldn't see the brutality of time
It passed by leaving them behind
In a world where there are only dwarfs
Who cant show me the horizon
Whose hearts are nothing more than pumps
Who aren't as giant as giants
Gone are those days which I hope will return
We will need fingers to hold and hands to mould us
We will need heads in the sky
We will need hearts more than pumps
We will need giants
That day will you all come out with me in search of my giants?
Copyright © Kedar Ingale | Year Posted 2018
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