Sunday, 2 November 2014

Inner Voice

Drop awoke

See that tiny drop of tear
Not of submerged fear
Of last feel so strong clear
Crystal shine in divine
Letting hinterland profusely precise
Drop by drop that fall
Vanish lost and forlorn moan
Awoke in smile tired
The drop 
which wakes in bind
My inner strength calmly quiet
All tussle imprints in space find
Slumber was not in sleep light
But love loves the rest in sleep tight
Thank or pay gratitude not in mind
But owe something to the one my side of bright.
My side of bright in disguise.
Sangeeta Sharma