Crossing high hills and deep vales
I heard my voice echoing in the dale
Where no one was present to hear
Life's peculiar story without fear
Where distress and the failure's tide
Were rolling very high in the wide
play ground of this wierd life
Where less joy and happiness survive
And there with love I built of clay
Castles of joy for me to play
For it helped my hopes to sway
In a tiny but in a fainly way
But one day when I woke from sleep
I didn't see my castles deep
Which I kept close to my heart
As it was key for happiness start
For the vicious waves of the sea
Feriously roared towards me
And only in the blink of an eye
washed away dreams that were high
And left me alone in the vales
Where my voice was echoing in the dale
And no one was to share or hear
Life's peculiar story without fear.
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-peculiar-story/
