Thursday, August 14, 2014

My Short Cut Life story

I remember a time when each day was long,
When the world was a playground and my life is a song,
And I fluttered through years with barely a care,
Ignoring the future and what waited there.

School was bored but searching day with delights.
I played away day-times and dreamed away nights.
My parents assured me I had nothing to fear,
And that no matter what happened, they’d always be there.

Little I knew of a world outside home,
Where i can fine the love and care could mine.
All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars.
I looked past destruction of heartfelt hates.

As a child, my biggest concern was just me;
I had to be happy, I had to be free.
And if I was content, I would not shed a tear,
And no matter what happened, I still would be here.

But as I grow up, darkness starts to set in;
My bright world has turned in to concrete and tin.
I now see the violence I looked past before;
My relation start to die and my heart hits the floor.

Time by time I was unknown about Sisters love
My Friends got 1 or 2 but i got none
If I got sis in this life i will never Irritate  her that was my thought
And 4 years before i got one sweet little bitty innocent girl she called me DADA
I lost in her love and care. And may be she do
And no matter what happened, She will be the same

Sister, deadly with desire in heartfelt I love
There are sorrows below me, hates  above.
I often think back to when life was a game.
But no matter what happens, it can’t be the same.

There are days when I just want to be with you,
To give up completely, to throw in the towel and you,
But I hold my head high and I push my way through.
I have too much to give and so much to do.

And I make a promises that, though it’ll be hard,
Now My love never irritates you,Coz I lost respect and love too
I’ll go on with a smile and play every game of life.
I’ll give all I can, help others and love.
No matter what happens, life will bloom again,
And the strength..that I got the name of wealth from above.
So, don't hold my hand, and don't respect me as before
If my love and care become fade, There is no reason to be care .
But I’ll remember to care, remember to feel,
And no matter what happens, I will try your heart will be heal.

-W.Newrose
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e:  william.newrose@gmail.com
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