Oh, Lord
where you are
before the door steps
waited so far like a beggar
empty hands still opened towards sky
stared looks yet remained as dried ponds
quest of desert mouth not yet thrived fully
melt me like an ice in your warm hug
let me flow freely from all these attachments
History of the Ancient World
September 21, 2012 at 4:14 pm
Beautiful post. Thank you for sharing. Have a wonderful weekend.
advocatemmmohan
September 21, 2012 at 4:23 pm
thank u very much