These lines flow out
From me -
And through my pen
Effortlessly,
Endlessly,
Like a dam - released,
Or a mid summer breeze
That knows no end,
With not the slightest trace
Of fear or doubt.
They surf up
With the least little
Thought of You.
Such is Your Very Own
Gift to me!
In the deepest depth
Of my heart
You slumber.
From there -
You render these
In numbers,
And they all go out
To You!
Verily, t' is You Yourself
Writing lines
To You!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
