How could it be so
the little droplets and their mother cloud
could hid my bright sun
with just a twist and turn?
How could it be so
that I always have some question
that I always.....want to know
the little rays of hope
peeping from the corners of mother clouds
would they ever warm my face?
and let me feel my bright sun?
How could it be so
that the strongest, the brightest
sun of mine
feels tired to stay
and as it sets, the droplets too stop
and give him way
How could it be so?
that he just could not show
when it was his time to stay ?
3 comments:
Really Well written...:)
By the way...I have one question...Are these paintings made by you or some friend,,,or have you picked them from the net..they are awesome!!!And this adds to the beauty of every writeup even more...
thank u Harshit :)
the paintings are mine only
- garima
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