Sunday, 26 February 2012


THE REPLETION OF LIFE 

it's different matter, that all the stones 
became deity, stone carving wasn't 
my destiny, how much I loved
them it's hidden into the 
cyesis of time, the 
smile of thorns 
neglected 
by dawn, 
but night hadn't bias attitude, it has 
given the gift of some drops
as for blooming the rose!
its role was not so
negligible, 
barbed wires never ask their share 
to lane of flourish, the silence
emotion just loved to gaze 
the maturity of spring,
the fragrance was
his award, the
sometimes life becomes too short to 
complete the mum commitments, 
but that's meaningfulness of 
survival, the repletion 
of true love - -