I kept on walking in a queue
Avoiding all voices coming to my ears.
I kept on watching the drops of dew,
Thinking how this world revolves around smiles and tears.
In this queue I met many faces,
These faces became familiar at once.
They left when we were learning tying shoe laces,
And never hoped to meet them again.
I still kept on walking coz' life said so
Letting the trees and flowers shed their leaves.
I Watched the birds sitting in a row,
And the priests turning their rosary beads.
But who can deny the truth of science,
That this world is round and moves around.
The one you left, their existence
Is still there making that familiar sound.
Like the new morning gives you the old sunrays,
Similar are the ways of life.
You can come across those gone days,
And meet your forgotten guys.
So, be ready to taste the spice,
No one knows in which corner you will be found.
Oh! Not the corner of course,
This is true that this world is round.
Avoiding all voices coming to my ears.
I kept on watching the drops of dew,
Thinking how this world revolves around smiles and tears.
In this queue I met many faces,
These faces became familiar at once.
They left when we were learning tying shoe laces,
And never hoped to meet them again.
I still kept on walking coz' life said so
Letting the trees and flowers shed their leaves.
I Watched the birds sitting in a row,
And the priests turning their rosary beads.
But who can deny the truth of science,
That this world is round and moves around.
The one you left, their existence
Is still there making that familiar sound.
Like the new morning gives you the old sunrays,
Similar are the ways of life.
You can come across those gone days,
And meet your forgotten guys.
So, be ready to taste the spice,
No one knows in which corner you will be found.
Oh! Not the corner of course,
This is true that this world is round.
Duniya Gol hai!!!
ReplyDeleteEven though its round, it impossible to come around to the exact same point again.