Travel the world, Be your own muse. World can be a cruel place, Lets put it to some use. Find the rhythm, In day to day rush. How about we put, Those unnecessary voices to hush. Focus on the silence, Find the nature's acoustic. Like even at low tides, Ocean feels therapeutic. Lost in our efforts, We even struggle to strive. Buried under simulated burdens, We forget to thrive. Take a look, There's so much to life. Turn around and see once, Beautiful nature's rife. Go ahead, Experience and nurture. I'll wait for you on the other side, While I create my own culture.
So true...it's the end result that matters :)
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Take care
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You are doing so well..results matter..indeed..
ReplyDeletevictory in the end is what matters...
ReplyDeleteSo true... i cant help envying the lucky ones though! ;) Very beautiful haiku Sarabjeet :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with you ~
ReplyDeleteI love this one! So true!
ReplyDeleteExcellent. So true.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely put, and you are in total comfort when u write 3-5-3, brilliant!
ReplyDeletelovely haiku ~ and so true ~ thanks, namaste, ^_^
ReplyDeletethe bottom line!!
ReplyDeleteTrue, Really at the end of the day....Result matters.....Fact!..Lovely haiku!
ReplyDeleteUnexpected one, loved it Cyno.
ReplyDeleteant bhala to sab bhala :) :D
ReplyDeletealways thats why they say .. ONE more round .. the BELL did not ring yet ..
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