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I wish...

I wish I can stroll on the sea-shore
And hear the incessant ramblings of the sea…

I wish the waves would touch my feet,
Creating flutters in my heart…

I wish I can sit on the rocks
And let that music echo in my ears…

I wish I can gather the shells
And countless pebbles, with the pride of an innocent kid…

I wish I can fly high in the sky
And challenge the mighty eagle…

Wish I can land on the moon
and claim it mine…

I wish I can wander in the enchanted woods…
Hoping to be lost in its vastness

Alas…. I wish I can take a break from the numerous thoughts
that surround me!!!
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rupa said…
a good attempt. but...arent the first three stanzas pretty ordinary wishes which you can experience sooner or later but the other stnzas refering to eagles etc,there it is understandable that it is a difficult wish to come true so you wish you would get it.and nice stanza in the end sort of anticlimactic i guess
May 04, 2007
Mahita said…
yeah.. ordinary for sure... but then, i am not comfortable around water, ... sea shores actually scare me. The only time i ever went to a beach, i was sitting so far away from it that i could only hear its rumbling and could not see the sea.. :)
May 04, 2007
Su.. said…
Haha... U cud not see the sea :)...

Was wondering if you read your old posts or no... I happened to read this one.. Sounds a lil cute wherein you want to claim the moon to be yours.. Result was an endless stupid smile.. Thanks for that :)...
October 23, 2009
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