Ooze
Some people are to win
Some to sing,some to swim
Some dance ,some draw
But i, i am to flow.
To flow with the flow
And not to glow
As i ignore, with a shrug
That flow has no urge
To flow like a river
Which tends to disappear
Where life is meant to rise
And that too, to a higher height
To flow, a path is mended
So is mine.
And i understand no sign
As to when and where to strive
To flow and to follow
Through a molded path
And not to explode
As i prefer to ooze
So some people won
Some sang, some swam
Some danced, some drew
But i , i just oozed.....
Copyright © Vivek Choudhary | Year Posted 2010
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