Crossing high hills and deep vales <br />I heard my voice echoing in the dale <br />Where no one was present to hear <br />Life's peculiar story without fear <br /> <br />Where distress and the failure's tide <br />Were rolling very high in the wide <br />play ground of this wierd life <br />Where less joy and happiness survive <br /> <br />And there with love I built of clay <br />Castles of joy for me to play <br />For it helped my hopes to sway <br />In a tiny but in a fainly way <br /> <br />But one day when I woke from sleep <br />I didn't see my castles deep <br />Which I kept close to my heart <br />As it was key for happiness start <br /> <br />For the vicious waves of the sea <br />Feriously roared towards me <br />And only in the blink of an eye <br />washed away dreams that were high <br /> <br />And left me alone in the vales <br />Where my voice was echoing in the dale <br />And no one was to share or hear <br />Life's peculiar story without fear.<br /><br />Seema Chowdhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-peculiar-story/
