Standards I set aloft
In winds, I see me waft,
Billowing up to drift apart
Yet perceptibly intact!
Always I aim high
which makes people sigh
and also taunt me wry.
But never do they ask why?
Trying to reach horizon
may make one wizen,
While yielding to mediocrity
fazes out one’s alacrity!
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Standards I set aloft
In winds, I see me waft,
Billowing up to drift apart
Yet perceptibly intact!
Always I aim high
which makes people sigh
and also taunt me wry.
But never do they ask why?
Trying to reach horizon
may make one wizen,
While yielding to mediocrity
fazes out one’s alacrity!
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