Thou, the wave of
reverie in my head,
Take me back in the
yard of infancy.
Vistas of those
streets have faded away,
Where devils, kings
and fairies play.
Where cognizance
questions the existence of world,
And incognizant of
its human norms.
When flurries had
done the treaty with years
To meet on the
ripening of fruits ,life bears.
Perhaps ,those
kites might still be flying in the sky,
I had allowed them
to blend with untrodden heights.
Perhaps ,they have
loosen the course , I fear,
Waiting for me to come up with the nerve to
steer.
Take me back
in the yard of infancy, ‘o’ reverie,
For I could play
that game again ,
To knit the fabric
of dreams so tight
and begin the
journey of life in a worthy flight.
And begin the
journey of life in a worthy flight.
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