All started with an oblivion, <br />the past life's sufferings, glories, fear no where to be seen, <br />it revives the 'old' with a cry say the innocent yet grown, <br />then comes obscurity which brings our very own <br />dark hour of reasoning. <br /> <br />Along comes the bounting cunning <br />groaning, smiling freedom <br />life is all so good, with no boredom <br />never a doom nor a dimout loom, <br />sombre days will boom <br />inner' being a selfish doom. <br /> <br />Learning is the ultimate room <br />with which you should boon, <br />success doesnt come being a toon <br />hard-ship sailed in waters of blood and goon <br />leads to the creation of the silver spoon. <br /> <br />But soon after this june <br />will come the saner noon, <br />reminiscing the old yet familiar feeling of the innocent oblivion- <br />''he sent me with a purpose! ''. <br />To devour this humanly hour <br />in the play on this anthropoid stage, <br />never to forget the joy in the transition <br />of becoming a lumber from a pure amber. <br /> <br />It'll come to you once <br />relish it with every ounce <br />of cry and wry, joy and toy...<br /><br />nakul awal behl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transition-29/
