A lonely way to a lonely land of tales,
In between a lonely stream that flows,
Where lonely hills look at lonely vales,
Reminds me of the untold war woes.
A lonely nightingale sings a new song,
The bird pours out heart over a loss,
Nay it's a cry,I may not be wrong,
And how I wish to weep along,Alas!
A lonely colourful butterfly on its wings,
As a lonely moon in the lonely sky,
Visits often, like those majestic kings,
Amid twinkling stars in the great high.
Heavens' protect every lonely child,
Here or there or anywhere in a wild.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment