Friday, 15 June 2007


The most beautiful flower
Fades and withers away;
The sparkling silvery drops
And the morn`s mist
Vanishes ,when the Golden eye
Of the vast blue opens up;
The melodious musings of
The cuckoo,the pretty petals
Of the butterflies,everything
But the beauty of the setting sun,
Is squeezed and crushed by
The awesome hands of Time.
The splendour of the King`s chariot
With all its sundry hues.....
Of gold,silver and jade
His precious experiences, echoed
In the chirrupings of those
Retreating dancing birds,
Presents every eye and ear
A golden gift to be cherished
Forever and ever and ever.....!

1 comment:

Rilju said...

sinking star always sink but it does not go to the deep of the alway stay above somthing ,and it will keep in His hand and it will lift to hiegher....