The white sheet of dense fog,
And the pillow of cool breeze
On the lonely footpath
He was lying with his legs squeezed
His companion was darkness
The pale eyes he had
Small in years but mature was he
So much his countless tears made him see
Lonely in the world so big
Miseries around him often made him sick
He dreamt not of fairies
But of his days meals
Rose was he , surrounded by thorns
Slowly withering from the day he was born
Stars were never visible in the sky
Only the dark ceiling huge and high
If only he could see the creator
To ask why was he sent here
For him where there was nobody to care.
– © Rekha
– © Rekha
hmmm.. nice.. short and touching!!
Thks…
Very Good.. Meaningful…
Thanks..
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