A Thought

My life began many years back,
Few memories I do lack;

Now I look at the past,
Time sped by me so fast;

The motley coloured hours of splendour,
How I lost I still ponder;

The laughing face of my fate,
Weaved a world which I so hate;

A souvenir of the heavenly love,
The sight of a dying dove;

All these thoughts prick me deep,
My soul lies under a decaying heap;

Many a days are still to come,
Little strength I need, but can't find some;

I still gaze the sky,
And hope that one day I will fly high.....