Friday, 17 February 2012


When I was in low,
suffered many blows,
morose and closed,
almost at the edge.
No happiness,
nothing to celebrate,
Threatening to redifine
beauty and brightness.

At that moment of crisis,
she called me,
she consoled me
with her delicious tone.

I stood under a mango shade,
without thinking about my fate.
I saw sun coming over
by and by defeating shade.
Still then I braced the heat,
As her fragrance spread.

And the next hour, I was in an alcove
Of peace and fragrance of rose.
Great you're, a beautiful heart you have,
That travelled so far
and defeated distance.

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