Its a slippery edge up there
When you are on cloud nineOne little twist
And off you fall
From the sky to deep down below
They give you wings
You perch on the highest twig
In a blow
the twig breaks
and off you are on the ground
The delicate piece
of crystal glass
Enigma of beauty when held high
One twist of hand
and next moment its shattered to pieces
Such are expectations!!
As high as the cloud nine
The joy of the highest branch
The beauty of the crystal glass
Such are expectations!!
Slippery as the edge
Risky as the delicate twig
And painful as the broken glass
Expect as long as you can fulfill.
Don't let them weigh you down!
Dream big, expect small!