Thursday, June 5, 2008

WIND

Desperate attempts
to make it fly
End in vain
again I sigh

Fighting the wind
like I fight Math
The kite goes up, but is
butchered by wind's wrath

You stand there wiping
my tears as they roll by
Assuring that u shall be
the wind and let my kite fly

Now i know my friend
you have kept the promise
It is you holding my kite
in the sky, post your demise


P.S. ASWATH this is again for you!

2 comments:

ram said...

simple n so nice

chikki4fun said...

Nice yaar..loved it!