The blue sky is darkening
... and distant lights blinks,
... am walking since the morning
for kilometers ....
It was the story of a flower
May be yours
... to begin with small things
and to grow up.
Time will make us grey
and the dry leaves will be our
Glorious remembrance.
It's life -
The only poem by God.
...and we,
be alive together, dream together
blossoms and dead leaves -
'Dreams' for the wild past together !!!
