Tuesday, July 19, 2011

How it began...

A grain of sand in a grey sky's eye
And clouds rub it off quickly
The large grey eye then waters down
And flows into a salty sea.
This ocean in its vastness now,
Is our emblem of hope since years
And it's forgotten that this flame of will
Was really born of tears.


crab said...

*sigh* Oh how I wish!!!

suparna said...

goodness, wonderful that!

Mukta said...


thanks suparna

omnithere said...

beautiful thought, beautiful words.. :)