Tuesday, May 26, 2009

SWAMP

After thousand years since my flight
one day
When roaring waves hit some land
In moonlight
I fell down to rest.
Now worried
How to fly?
My thoughts are infected
…My wings are wet.

4 comments:

shikha said...

a marvellous composition gal. i identified myself with it.something in me pinched me again

The Golden Heart said...

sometime something touch the heart ............nothing else to say

vish said...

thoughtful
the way she attacks her topic is marvellous
and its great to see how she gets away with it

friends 4evr said...

really touchng!
i personly like it so much n u already know what else iwanna say abt it......