Had I?

 

   Dearest,Had I wanted more of this life, had I wanted less?

Would it it matter for it stands as a test.

I wail yet I stand frail for eternity knocks –

to derail all of our senses and all of our dreams; they stay stacked in a place that I cannot trail.        For life my dear unfold its own tales.

We are just prisoners in a story unseen.

 

      A morning poem from my desk,
hallo world,
good to see you rotating abouts-:)

Foreverly,    R Kate Shaikh

Exile : Enya