The lonely girl sat beside the river,
With some pain in her bosom,
Perhaps like the boat,
That is so worn & Will come back never...
When it was new & looked like a bride,
And it was the queen of the ocean,
Started journey like a new bride,
And tòok all the sunshine and all the rain,
But ups and downs comes like the waves,
Time take back all the gifts,
What was given in very beginning...
And instant too become very miffed,
And the very end starts calling,
The lone girl is like the boat,
Some worn and some discoloured,
But they will still remain beautiful,
Once they shined like sun, now dullard...
She smiled in sun, she cried when it rained,
And took all good and also some bad,
Life is a bed of roses she feigned,
In all the tough time what she had...
Now she doesn't sing the song, once she whispered,
Just like the boat that now doesn't hover well,
Because all the agony, has made their inside blistered,
Now it's only the past where they can dwell...
Tomorrow will bring a new moon, a new dawn will come,
Will she await on the shore to look for the homecoming?
If the Sun glows without cloud, will it give her some,
Will the ocean give a breeze or it will give her nothing.
Good time always remain untouched like a fragrance,
You can't touch, can't apprehend, only let it to pass away,
Such a secret that all knows but it have no appearance,
And we wait throughout the life for it's return.we wait everyday...
