Sarath's Web Log

The memories are written in INK,for just THINK…

Tag Archives: Poem


If a river has a wish (to flow) somewhere,
Sea is not far away
If gold has the wish to shine,
Then even getting burnt is acceptable.
Till when will a flight be captured (not that of a plane, but of a human being here)
Don’t stop it, let it go.
A flight only will give life to dreams,
Connect it to (your) dreams..
Let’s say goodbye to all old reasons and customs from now itself,
Let’s water the new garden with the styles of changing times.



sun rises, sun sets,
spring, summer, autumn, winter
alone on my path.
change of the seasons
happiness turns to sadness
love lost in the winds.