Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
| PARIS |
Perched on top of the tower,
With a view of the city of lights,
I wish I had with me a lover,
I could have shared the sights.
The tower that was named Eiffel,
And the city that they called Paris,
Even Gustave would thought a trifle,
With city lights shining on his iris.
The Seine cutting through the city,
The sacred heart on top of a hill,
That I didn't have a hand was a pity,
Holding it would have been a pleasure still.
Where all that I saw were monuments,
Each of which was something symbolic,
That the steps I took were great events,
I hope my visits could be more periodic.
The city of lights to me does beckon,
That I will go there again I reckon,
The Arc sends to me an invitation,
Fond memories, I hold with passion.
Take each day as it comes,
Consider each day as a flight,
Try hard to succeed and fly,
Surely then you will reach some height.
But if by some chance you don’t,
Remember that tomorrow will always come.
Learn this well and learn this hard
That today’s efforts will pay for tomorrow’s fun.
A Crazy Monster, a.k.a Ski