Wednesday, 3 September 2014

A TRIBUTE TO MY TEACHER



 



Closed eyes
A dark world
I rushed
I jumped
I ran amok
In the wicked world
Search my way
All in vain
I cried  aloud
Befriended  pain
A hand held me
Peace embraced 
He opened  my eyes
With a gush of wind
My tears dried
All I could see
A clear blue sky
Holding his hand 
I ran again
I jumped  again
Summoned the sky
To my domain 
He is not God
He is not divine
To him ,
God couldn't undermine
He is my life's elixir
He is my preacher
Yes,  he is my teacher

Freespirit Juneja




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