When I was little <br />I would often run <br />Far and wide <br />Chasing the horizon, <br />Where <br />The dirty brown of earth <br />Meets <br />The beautiful blue of sky. <br /> <br />My run, <br />Never ended <br />I am still running, <br />May be, <br />One day <br />I will reach <br />Where <br />The dirty brown of earth <br />Meets <br />The beautiful blue of sky <br />And let my thumping heart <br />Rest <br />A little while. <br /> <br />When I was little <br />I would often leap <br />High and hard <br />To catch the rainbow. <br />Its seven colors, <br />So dazzling and bright. <br />My hands <br />Are still empty <br />I am still jumping, <br />May be <br />One day <br />I will touch the rainbow <br />And color my hands <br />All the seven colors, <br />And possibly paint <br />the canvas of my world <br />Dazzling and bright. <br /> <br />When I was little <br />I would often ape <br />Madly and badly <br />The whirlwind, <br />Dancing in fast circles <br />The fine dance of vigor, <br />Energy and love. <br />I have not yet mastered <br />I am still aping <br />May be <br />One day <br />I might just catch up <br />Like the whirlwind <br />Dance in fast circles <br />The fine dance of vigor, <br />Energy and love <br />Celebrating the thing <br />Called “LIFE”.<br /><br />ANJALI KAKATI<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-chasing-2/
