M tired of seeking answers outside
Knowin well that they lie within…
M tired of talking
Knowin well that words r least effective communicator..
M tired of runnin
Knowin well that it’s like a treadmill
N m not reaching anywhere…
M tired of chasing
An illusion
Knowin well that its nothing more than a mirage..
M tired of learning
The hard ways…
Knowin well that it’s the best form of learning….
But m glad that
There’s a helping hand
To hold on ….
Which is so strong..
It may b invisible
But can do miracles…
M glad that
God has blessed me
Wid company of angels
To make me human….
shweta advani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-78/
