The world had too much to give and the heart had too much to contain.
Perhaps that’s why ancestors created poetry.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Way of Success
Dreams bigger than my own world;
In my tiny black eyes,
Believe commitment and faith is enough;
Not matter now my dreams size.
I think, imagine and work always;
The sky is not limit of my flies,
When all of them will come true;
The great day would be my prize.
No way is interesting without challenges;
Stumble, fall, look and rise,
Success is just a step ahead;
This path is told by wise.
I want face all difficulties;
So I don’t listen my painful cries,
Faraway where my dreams are laid;
There is my paradise.
Ashish
Nov 21, 2009
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