As the day goes by,
A sense of longing,
To lay the head on the lap,
To nap without any care.
The burdens seem lonesome,
The journey seems long,
The people seem distant,
Though they are so close.
Where must i look,
All seems but a mirage,
Who can give salvation,
There seems but one.
Questions questions unsolved,
The day seems long but unresolved,
Prayers the only solace,
In an untamed world.
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Tension should be there, else, no one will do any thing. aamjunta will not do any thing if its life does not come under tension.
It is A-tension, or rather atension(attention), to the way people think they have control over everything . There is no doubt about a silver lining after the dark clouds, thats the hope we live on. And thats what drives people to the end of the tunnel, where they seek the light………
A very nice, short, crisp little poem. Enjoyed reading it and could feel the “tension” even in your language. Great effort! encore 🙂