Monday, 18 November 2013
Just like a mother bonds to her child ,
Thoughts get tied to belongings of mind ,
The pen and ink cling together ,
Dirt coheres to foams of lather ,
Characters make a mystical fable ,
Tired legs tend to wobble ,
Letters adhere in pages of a book ,
And pride features in a bold look .
As dark clouds accompany rainy showers ,
Fog gets instilled on morning flowers ,
Warmth imparts even an old rugged coat ,
Thirst quenches an earthen pot .
Let goodness smother my soul ,
Not in part , But as a whole .
Let kind words flow in every utterance ,
Spreading a smile on your face even if once ,
In the darkness of the night when you are scared ,
Be assured that I will be there .
Untie yourself ,
Let concerns go free ,
Coz , I will be waiting along,
To bestow my shade ,
On barren roads ,
Just like a Lone Tree .
Get lost , In me... Forgetting, The pain, Forgetting, The spree... The sand, The skies The gravel The pebbles, It’s y...