With sudden twists and turns
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising Capricorn
held for a Sunday child
the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can’t trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to golden reward
--R.K.SINGH
Have you ever considered writing three consecutive words that don't
comprise a cliché?
Just curious.
--
PJR :-)
May I invite you to visit the archives of my blogs:
http://rksingh.blogspot.com
http://profrksingh.blogspot.com
and have a view of what I have been writing all these years.
All the best
R K Singh
> May I invite you to visit the archives of my blogs:
Yes, you may, and I may politely refuse your invitation.
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> All the best
> R K Singh
All the best to you too. It's nothing personal; I just think your
poems are bad, and I think I've explained why in detail on previous
occasions.