Friday, February 25, 2011

On my roof
and down the dusky tiles
I listen to them run
in joyous rhythm

darkness envelopes me
its a pleasant feel
a faint flicker of light
from the setting sun

I hold out my hands
and they drop as blessings
washing away my pains
ah! to be alive and free

1 comment:

yashwant said...

good in a different way