My body is
wounded and soul bleeding
Pain is
tingling in my spirit
I could hear
a mumbling voice
The best is
yet to come.
The stars
are shining and moon is smiling
My past is
pocking my future
There I am;
calm and helpless in the present
The best is
yet to come.
Don’t you
have ears to heed my cry? Don’t you see my tears?
Oh! My soul,
the world is full of darkness and
It is
staring at my present to hunt my future down
The best is
yet to come.
Plants are
green but they can dry
Body strong
but it can decay
The night
has come and light is gone but
The best is
yet to come.
I can hear
my voice trembling
Hands are
numb and legs are heavy
Shattered
thoughts and weeping sighs yet
The best is
yet to come.
There I come
in cotton trousers
A wheel in
hand to run my way,
My heart is
ponding for my friend
The best is
yet to come.
Come my
friend and hug me tight
Kiss my
forehead and take my hand
I feel proud
that you’re my friend
The best is
yet to come.
6 comments:
wow....incredible lines Binoy...insightful and philosophical...
Touched....:).
The hope for the best to come and to hold on until it really does...beautiful
:)
Thank you for the visit.
Yes It is not easy to wait. Thanks for the visit.
Binoy,
You have a way with words. You must do the song writing course from www.coursera.com. It's free. The next cycle would start next month. You'll love it. All the best.
Martin
Thank you. I will.
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