Morning Thoughts
06 Oct 2004
Rays, bleak today,
morrow is just a streak away, never too far,
chase dreams, ignite,
those who avenge to carry 'em along,
shall dawn on the future.
Those who don't, still, win to ride the horse's back
await, rest not.
The formidable, may,
may, lay massacred, by,
by, consternations who beget perseverance.
Perceive, for, thou shalst be able to detest,
reading the Mahatma and Bose,
while there lay, an invincible someone,
buried in thyself.
Let the exorbitant be excavated.
07 Oct 2004
06 Jul 2006
Let unknown be bestowed of explanations,
The known be forayed for confession,
For who ignore thus the knowledge,
Lest, should explanations prove their worth !!
Sarcastically yours, The Keats in Lee