Cricket's lyrical legacy, Echoes through the stands, A symphony of cheers and cries, With every stroke of hands, The gentlemens game,
By thekishoreabout a year ago in Poets
As the flame of ambition burns bright, I forge my path with all my might. Through trials and tribulations, I push on with burning determination.
A liquid treasure, clear and bright, Pours out its wealth day and night. A drink for the parched, a cure for the ill, Nature's gift, we should cherish still.
"The Endless Blue" The sky stretches on and on, A canvas painted by the sun, With hues that shift and change, A sight that's never quite the same.
"The Human Swarm" We are but ants in a colony, Crowding streets and buildings, Shoulders brushing, lives entwining, A never-ending throng of humanity.
With each step we take, the stars draw near, As we reach for them with hope and fear, We strive to touch the sky, to break free of bounds,
Mystical Monuments, ancient and grand, Stand tall through time, a sacred band. Carved with care, adorned with hues, Discovering beauty, one temple chooses.
"A Second Chance" Another day, another try, A new beginning, to reach for the sky. A chance to shed old skin, To start again, and let new light in.
"The Explorer's Heart" With a spirit wild and free, I set out on my journey, To see the world and all it's beauty,
Eyes that gleam with adoration, Heart that beats with pure emotion, But alas, my love is unreturned, Leaving me with feelings that are unburned.
The Last Goodbye, A final farewell, A heart that aches, With memories to dwell. A life now ended, A journey complete,
Memories of the Bells Hear the bell ring, echoes through the hall Bringing back memories, both big and small The laughter and chatter, the hustle and flow