I asked the horizon, as i looked towards it
Can i reach u when i start to learn bit by bit
I know u would have me hit
I was using so much of my wit
That i would definitely fall into the pit
I had only word, which had my mouth knit
No other word other than "Quit"
No Space for hope or grit.
When the sheets were up from the eyes one day
was it on the end of may
I had left sorrows on the bay
Saw the news, Totally Numb i lay
I dint know whether the Almighty hear my pray
I promised i would never fall to my prey
Why doesnot words come
now when they should describe reaction and not staying mum
I had to talk to myself
Closed Eye Happiness i had with my Self
Sadness is always to create a mess
Thomas Jefferson in the declaration of Independence states" All are in the pursuit of Happiness".
