Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: hope



Sing the song of your heart

Till ears of my soul fill up with the melody

Of simplicity

Paint the dream of your eyes

Till the canvas of my palm

Is colorful enough to hide

My destiny

Pluck the flowers of love

Till my garden of solitude

Is blooming with the fragrance

Of your memories

Take my hand and lead me

Onto the ladder of uncertainty

Till the moon kisses me

Through the clouds…

Keep singing, keep painting

Till the hope in my voice

Echoes through you…




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