3.My journey
All
born to journey,
In
the highway of their freedom,
But
the expectation never comes true,
For
the temptation had choose his journey in your way.
The
day will go slow.
The
mountain will flow slow.
And
the tree will welcome me till the end of road.
Thousand
of houses will appear in my eyes,
And
millions of star will twinkle upon me.
But
I can’t install them anyhow in my mind,
But
except all of my memories left behind,
Can’t
be deleted even if I wash thrice time.
Some
time I hate to wish goodbye,
Coz
am scared I might farewell them forever.
And
sometime I don’t wish to journey alone,
But
I have to go so,
Coz
my destiny was to journey long.
All
might be enjoying their day,
With
glorious and joy,
But
me, I have set my day in the bus,
With
tears and toils,
Enjoying
the view of the flora and fauna.
As
journey is the beginning of a matured life from childhood.
_mr
Nehemiah theophylus haokip
date 19/5/14
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