I try to catch the voice that comforts me in this crowd...
Scared to touch the memory that is as fresh as dew...
Lost is a part of my soul...
A piece of charm tries to settle the scattered jigsaw of heart...
Is this beat the voice I am searching for?
Pain becomes comforting....
Chirantana
14th November 2012
Dear Chirantana
ReplyDeleteI am delighted to see your Scribbler blog on the first day of Hindu year 2069.Congratulations! I am sure you will develop it further and invite comments and debates to give it interesting, exciting and critical substance. I will be one of your keen readers as many more. Best wishes to you with your Scribbler.
Rohit Bristol England