Monday, July 7, 2008

Free..at last

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning

Say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, the past and the present
Fly on bird
You're free at last

1 comment:

Tanu Shivnani said...

hey...u write well...u hav aptly framed life in a sentence we are all a part of everything...nice poem..tc.. :)