Chase the rarer beat, Fear you not defeat!
I have been to places strange,
That seemed to have no charm,
Yet my song would never change,
The tune could meet no harm.
Stares have met the craze,
That my spirit lifted high,
Yet the rarer beat I'd chase,
Meet defeat wouldn't I.
For sour defeat is met,
Less with acts not sound.
More when the rarer isn't let,
To meet with greater ground.
That seemed to have no charm,
Yet my song would never change,
The tune could meet no harm.
Stares have met the craze,
That my spirit lifted high,
Yet the rarer beat I'd chase,
Meet defeat wouldn't I.
For sour defeat is met,
Less with acts not sound.
More when the rarer isn't let,
To meet with greater ground.
Hey Oscar,
I did not know that you were such a
good poet! Awesome poems man.Keep it up !
Posted by
KG |
6:30 AM
Hey Karthik... gr8 to hear from you. thanks for the compliment. i shall try to live up to it. i just visited your blog to see that u have not updated it for long. so go get us something new to read about yourself. ALL THE BEST ....oscar
Posted by
Oscar |
8:43 AM
Hey! I finally have a blog!check it out!
And more importantly, i've set up blogs for St Xaviers and our batch at Xaviers!
Posted by
Chitrak |
10:53 AM