Mist of Life

Faruk Ahmed Roni

The river flows, it moves so free,
Waves break the banks, they sing with glee.
Youth’s light will shine, it marks the way,
Ties that we form, both bright and gray.

Golden skies, where clouds will twirl,
A lonely duck begins to swirl.
On wings of hope, it glides and sails,
Yet pain will breathe through misty veils.

When seasons change, the flowers fade,
The steadfast tree stands unafraid.
Across the sands, it seeks a spark,
For light in shadows, bright in the dark.

Yet life’s own path feels known, we see,
The search for joy, a mystery.
In dreams we find our sorrows meet,
Who knows where bliss and heartache greet?
That timeless dream, a sweet delight,
A vision born of love’s soft light.

Copyright@Faruk Ahmed Roni