Some wait for miracles
Some churn them out of sweat
Many watch The Everest in awe,
Only few reach it’s neck.

Many drown in the sea
But a few play in it with boats
Don’t hold your heart somewhere inside
Like time my dear let it float.

Let it be washed out on beaches unknown
Where no life prevails
Then see it beat slowly
Like no one could have ever shown.

© Shashank Bhardwaj.