I see her in the summer,
Chasing sparrows in the sky.
Forgetting all her memories
Hnd Her reasons to cry.
I see her dancing in the rain,
The raindrops kissing her face.
Her fingers, like petals,
Seeking a velvet sky's embrace.
I see her in the glowing snow,
Enjoying the gifts winter brings.
Smiling her innocent smile,
Awaiting the joys of spring.
I see her by the river,
Listening to silent voices.
Dropping pebbles, into placid water,
As a waning moon rejoices.
I see her in the corn-fields,
Merrily strolling to the tune
Of the whispering zephyr,
And the night that falls soon.
I see her chasing rabbits
Which exist, but, in her mind.
As the flowers smile in unison,
At the joy this child does find.
I see her in her mother's arms,
Asleep and lost in her dreams.
Anonymous to a world around,
Where good's not as good as it seems.
I see her smile her innocent smile,
As she takes me by the hand,
Leads me through lush trees,
To a distant promised land.
I see this land before me,
When i look into her eyes.
A land of speckled rainbows,
A land devoid of lies.
A land where she would whisper
Sweet nothings in delight.
A land where she'd dance all day,
And sing all through the night.
A land in her thoughts.
A land where all the while,
She'd hide in blossomed clouds,
And smile her innocent smile.
I did see her and I knew it not,
On that faithful autumn day,
That the last time she sang
Would be the last time she'd play.
I did see the sun weep golden rays,
Which caressed her ashen face.
The gentle raindrops did follow
The path her tears would trace.
I still see her when I try to look
Beyond the clouds and years.
She just smiles her innocent smile,
And wipes away my tears.
By,
Nikhil Menon
IV CSE B
Friday, January 19, 2007
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2 comments:
Hey Nikhil!!
Great to see this side of you...hmmm very interesting indeed
Great work btw...
I think you're gonna make my job very difficult...I mean I'l end up calling in Nikhil-agni pretty soon :D
Lol Thanks man.. And yeah I suppose I'm a bit of a softie too :D
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