she was a yet to bloom bud
blessed with naive innocence
her face defined silence.
Her hands were soiled by sand
her face was suntanned
and that smile quite mild and bland.
Her lips were desperate to speak
as tears quietly sneaked
To my shock she was voiceless
but this did'nt deter her
from telling me tales endless.
She expressed with her eyes
which substituted for her voice
even her heart clamoured and made noise
but everything was mercilessly devoiced.
Deep love for music she displayed
and desired to sing some day
If she will ever be able to sing I'm not sure
but for me...from that moment she had become
the best singer in the world!!
Indira Shukla.
6 comments:
nice blog!
keep it up!
Let us make that cute little girl vociferous.Really nice description.
You are talented Shukla jee..
KEEP GOING.
Hii Shukla jee!
How are you?Not thru orkut.But,thru blogger only.If you go to the 'hyderabad' in our profiles,you can view all hyderabadis blogs.In that process,i was impressed by your blog.You are sensitive and strong in your expressions.
KUDOS!
KEEP GOING.I am with you
That's nice of you Shukla jee..ohh sorry...Dear friend INDIRA..OK??
YOU ARE MOST WELCOME!
WATZ UP?KEEP ROCKING IN UR MUTE DREAMS.
gud imagination !!!!!n story line ....n poetry!!!!
hey! i loved this!!
i would like to use this to make a piece of art!..:)
i'll try..to do justice to the program!..:)
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