Endless search of a lone life,
In the bleak barren night.
All I hear is is the cold sob of a heavy heart...
What I take is all that I have...
A song unsung, a melody without a tune.
An nuntold story of a lone life life as it goes -
Withering willows...falling leaves...bereft heart....
And miles to go.......
In the bleak barren night.
All I hear is is the cold sob of a heavy heart...
What I take is all that I have...
A song unsung, a melody without a tune.
An nuntold story of a lone life life as it goes -
Withering willows...falling leaves...bereft heart....
And miles to go.......
posted by pragya | 11:02 PM
2 Comments:
Lovely,
In the wilderness of Net nonsense
A voice
Sensitive as a swallow's flight Across a lake
Waterdrops falling off its feet
Gently.
Thanks rajesh,....i like the verse
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