Saturday, August 19, 2006

WAXING ELOQUENT



Main shaayar to nahi, but events around me inspire the poet in me occasionally. This one came from stirred emotions during my BDS farewell

The winds of time graze along

While the evening sets into

The coolness of memories

As the time to bid farewell draws near

My senses softly touch the narrow alley

Of days gone by, of memories past

Fills me, with warmth, with laughter

Don't say goodbye, for this is not the end

Say, See you soon , so that we meet again.

PHIR MILENGE

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