Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Morning to mourning

Manytimes in our life, nature flags its power ,our inferiority and future's uncertainity. i have written this poem in remembrance to one of beloved teacher whose sudden death had stirred my heart with agony and distress.
What has happened to us,
A man who was in this rush,
Has slept a sound sleep,
Enjoying a eternal relief.
A wind of enlightment was blowing,
A plant of expectations was growing,
But soon, it was no more,
It become uncure sore

1 comment:

kunal said...

sweet ode
but i feel its writer's personal philosophy n close thing