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.

4 comments:

crab said...

*sigh* Oh how I wish!!!

suparna said...

goodness, wonderful that!

Mukta Raut said...

:-)

thanks suparna

Unknown said...

beautiful thought, beautiful words.. :)

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