Friday, 30 March 2012


My mind goes in searching on web pages
For performance to own my findings all over,
The significance of journey is for a familiar voice,
That I used to hear now and then on every call,
Either through phone calls or messages,
Opt I do it to hear the sweet voice,
That may come on my ear to fill my heart,
Now I have tossed me to take a place on the wave.

More I do for the life that I prefer to love,
In the tender and lovely beauty that she bears,
And I like to react on every word she utters,
From zeal I share when she binds me
In loving, soothing mood, in raining charms,
Flowing through my senses for a surge,
Linking my desires with aim to be persistent with her,
Today I feel the loss, she is not my protector. 

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