Some things in life are meant to remain incomplete and patchy. Like incomplete love, incomplete resolutions, incomplete dreams, incomplete conversations and the list goes on. I too have quite a few in my kitty. Like my incomplete poems.
Today, I am posting one such half-done piece.
Only if I could;
Hold your hand and walk up the hills,
I would disregard my woes,
Of the blistered toes.
And if I had;
The wings to soar and stride above the clouds,
I would touch the sunshine,
Carve our names across the alpine.
Pic Credit- Me- Early Morning Flight To Mumbai |
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The poem (not the wish), though you say is half done, looks pretty complete. 🙂 The flight too covers a wide range from sunshine to alpine !
I love it! Although it's incomplete 🙂
Some things are complete just half way through.. this poem is like that..
Thank you Somali 🙂
Thanks Hema 🙂
True that Roohi.
lovely poem Dipanwaita 🙂
Thank u Archana 🙂