Friday, May 21, 2010

From this place
to that
lush hills
dry flats

He traveled
and for long

Taking a pause
he thought
its time now
that I rest
and listen to
some song

but then on his
table wooden
a letter waited

with rain and
breeze from
distant land

and a new walk

1 comment:

  1. love reading this one... ended reading it with a long, deep sigh!!
    i just love the way u write... so effortless... so genuine...