Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The colour of her hands melted
and wrinkles of the face ran a twine
Not a ray of hope crossed her path
for her falling eyes to rise and shine...

4 comments:

Kamlesh Nahata said...
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Kamlesh Nahata said...

From deepak:

The colour of her hands melted
from her chores she was worn
somewhere in a small world
reborn

Anonymous said...

Excellent. keep it up.

Sesh said...

Hey, wats dat u r tryin to say here? which situation of a lady?