Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

A glimmer/ray of hope


Gained the power
to recollect
those
called my desires

My life full of hopes
that I have caught
into my mighty fist
A very dareful job!

I tried to gain access
with the full might
but oh! No..I lost
my control

I repent
I have lost all the way
But, I am courageous
Not afraid to take risks

The green life
before me
Is breathtaking
just need someone to show

My problems,
just vanished before it
within those rainbowed
skies

I thought
being a star
I might get
up too high above there
I will never get it
Naah! Never
just going to give
an another try

Sitting here,
on the edge of life
I thanked Him, his next
move; determine my destiny

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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