T' is not easy
- drawing Your sketches;
just as tough -
as reaching You!
Each line gets drawn
And scrubbed over and over;
Each time a wrong is done
- its' "never o never";
and yet, new thoughts,
words and deeds,
and older ones renewed
usurp the sinews - of my being.
Like never ending waves,
And endless cascade,
Some so good, and others -
cast away -
For a new sketch
Of my being.
With a resolve anew
The moments find
Every sinew in me,
Rubbed
And drawn again!
Like the million lines of Your Sketch
I draw a sketch of my being - to offer You
My only offering to You!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
