Friday, June 4, 2010

Earnst was his expression, for it was filled with purity
that could permeate the atmosphere, with redolscence of cordial love
TOUCH OF HIS SMOOTH HAND , flooded the deep drying river of inspiration
and it appealed as spring had returned with vivid blossoms and fluttering new green leaves
and frozen river of confidence commenced to grow out of stumbling blocks
as his eyes interlocked with mine for a split second

And I vowed to work hard day and night to stand
shoulder to shoulder to him
and would never take rest till it happens

"HE " need not to be told as circumstances would oblige him to