“From mute screams,
From strangled dreams,
From stabs unknown,
I hope I have grown.
From castles in the sky,
From aspirations gone by,
From moments wasted and tears collected,
I think I have grown.
From half- held hands,
From buried in the sand,
I believe I have grown.
From potential hung,
From songs not sung,
From talents loaned to skills finally honed,
I see I have grown.
From blank faces to lit up eyes,
From sky wishes to jumping high-fives,
From silent class to chaotic bunch,
From quiet morn to rowdy lunch,
From rowdy lunch to pleasant bunch,
From a noisy market to an engaging show,
I have indeed seen them grow.
And from a vagabond lost in the night,
From a bird frozen in mid-flight,
From a horizon floating out of sight,
From a torch searching for some light,
I thank you,
For I know I have finally grown.”
- Gaurav S. Bhaiaya
Gaurav Singh a resident of Hyderabad is an Engineer by training. He is a B Tech from Jaypee University of Information Technology.
you were always grown,
only you just had to own,
i like your new tone,
just keep in touch on phone
Anita Singh
that’s super
simply put but beautifully done
This is extremely good!
Better than some of those I’ve read in books and everywhere else =]
Glad to know im not a black sheep! =p
Loveyouu x)