A cold misty morning with haze all around,
A journey to explore ourselves by leaps and bounds;
The SPirit of joy, the SPirit of life.
All were engrossed in frolic and fun,
With the sole intent of returning as one.
A journey to explore ourselves by leaps and bounds;
The SPirit of joy, the SPirit of life.
All were engrossed in frolic and fun,
With the sole intent of returning as one.
Amidst the monsoon rains and artistic valleys,
There was music, there was ecstasy; the ambience was nothing short of a bliss.
Though they might call it a trek,
It was an amazing moment fostering relationships for life.
And all I could see were smiles, our faces glowing even bright.
There was music, there was ecstasy; the ambience was nothing short of a bliss.
Though they might call it a trek,
It was an amazing moment fostering relationships for life.
And all I could see were smiles, our faces glowing even bright.
As the hours flew by, the clock ticked away;
Some were even tired to call it a day.
In that utopian stage, nothing was grey;
Only beautiful flowers which sway.
As the night dawned on us, some did become a Gloomy Gus;
Some were even tired to call it a day.
In that utopian stage, nothing was grey;
Only beautiful flowers which sway.
As the night dawned on us, some did become a Gloomy Gus;
Like all good things, this too had to end;
Giving us far more than what we could ever spend.
Memoirs we could write for ages to come,
Feathers for a flight, that would leave the world stunned.
Let Him bind us together with His chains of love,
Wherever we go, let us symbolize that white little Dove!
Giving us far more than what we could ever spend.
Memoirs we could write for ages to come,
Feathers for a flight, that would leave the world stunned.
Let Him bind us together with His chains of love,
Wherever we go, let us symbolize that white little Dove!
Amit Raizada
23rd July, 2011.
Copyright © Amit Raizada 2011. No part of this text shall be reproduced without prior permission from the author.
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