I wish , I could have erased what I said
How very impossible, didn't I know -
That all those blossoms can't be turned to bud ,
That flowing rivers can't be reversed,
That dead can't retrieve life...
Though I have learnt to make things possible .
But O' Napolean
Can you make me a child ?
Can you bring me back
my yesterdays fallen in a ditch ?
Can those past saddest songs
Change their tone and pitch ?
Man , a powerful being
Innovating and discovering things,
Yet an object to God .
Is it an illusive thought ?
How very impossible, didn't I know -
That all those blossoms can't be turned to bud ,
That flowing rivers can't be reversed,
That dead can't retrieve life...
Though I have learnt to make things possible .
But O' Napolean
Can you make me a child ?
Can you bring me back
my yesterdays fallen in a ditch ?
Can those past saddest songs
Change their tone and pitch ?
Man , a powerful being
Innovating and discovering things,
Yet an object to God .
Is it an illusive thought ?
2 comments:
Why do you disllike your yesterdays ?
You are today what you were in your yesterdays.
Thank u Amiya Da...
You were there and even now too your words soothes me...
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