Thursday, June 30, 2011

Silence

WHISPERING DEWDROPS


    The world seems to be deserted,
            like a barren core..
            And i sat near those frozen fields
            As if'am a broken winged bird...
            slowly when the twilight falls,
            And the pavements were painted with dew,
            Someone lifted me up and,
            I could realize my soul fill up with chill;
            I looked around to see,
            Who dared to break the loneliness fort..
            But none was there except the dewdrops..
              
       

~aThI@~