Make To-Days Look Like Trips To Mall

If desert's dry sands stretch all life, Sail across the sea, take a stroll. If joys flood, pockets prone to spill, Recall sorrows, some grief and gall. Ask moonless dark night how she feels Shooting stars when shoot tongue-in-jowl. Such be the truth of every life— It lives until fate comes to call. Balloon's bloated air be all joys, And grief oh an over-done doll! Long miles to make and falling short, Try stretching limits, small and tall. Why worry for morrows at all, Make to-days look like trips to mall. __________________________________________ Ghazals | 03.11.16 |