Such lines I pen
On My journey to You
Are only a beginning
At the start of the road.
They are the rantings
Of a restless mind,
Filled with ardour,
Hope and zest,
Vigour and the rest.
I wonder, - when
I am halfway through
Or near
The bend at the end
Will the mind pour forth
In sheen and gleen
Or will only
Silence reign!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
