Miles and miles
The waves of wind blow
Thru the pointed bamboo leaves
When birds sing the feelings are but low
Stuck in the frost of desperation
Words don't simply come out
Numbed by its possession
He cannot even shout
Pray for the palmful of tears
To wash away those fears
After all nothing can stop the rain
But the wind can stop the fluttering leaves.
Copyright 2008 Roshan Tulachan
Be always safe,
Karen
Mary