Yearnings of the heart, a spark that lifelong never
dies,
Are unfulfilled desires,
from depths of heart they arise.
Desires arise every morning,
with the sun they shine so bright,
In the depths of the
heart, colourful dreams take flight.
Each morning of
aspirations wakes up anew,
Showing new paths, new
dreams every day to pursue.
Aspirations are the destinations,
on the road of wishes they stand,
Guiding life’s new
directions, as life’s changing aspirations demand.
Hopes are like beacons,
burning bright on the mountain,
They keep one motivated,
when they burn brighter with gay abandon .
This blend of these four,
is beautiful life’s precious game,
They light up every
path, and everyone’s claim to fame.
Thursday ,
11/07/2024 - 13:30 hrs.
Ajay Sardesai (Megh)
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