Monday, 13 September 2010


Questions for the day
Gone unanswered any way
A few thoughts stray...

Will I ever find my way?
In the meandering bay
Where the blue sky sways

In a lazy lusty way
"Never make hay
It's just a sultry day"

The green grass nod n' say
"You'll always find your way
As lone you tread your way"

I step in and softly pray
That I find at last my way
In the tortuous pathway

But a few thoughts stray
Still tickle my mind and say
You've yet not found your way
And answers till this day...

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