Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them.
They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the din in the cities, their world of money , power and status pursuing their insatiated thirst for the supreme titles, ranks like Tatas, Birlas or Ambanis .
Man runs for his health to accelerate his running behind his wealth. Man’s life is woven between these two,faces of the same coin. wealthy man hangs around his health to drench with mirth in the stream of wealth.
But the poor peasant,nature’s friend toiling in mud inviting pleasant health that is his wealth supersedes the wealth of currency notes forever. What a pity ! a wealthy man in the craze of running strives to save his wrecking health to retain his fortune..
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where