rain drops on my windscreen
the tittle of the blog came about as randomly, as the rain that day,with every drop on the windscreen the vision got blurred,and in an instant it became
a metaphor for life!
Monday, April 16, 2012
Do I have to close my eyes to see you?
Or speak a few revered lines to tell you?
You who infuse every breath that I consume
I am what, but a part of you; on cessation
Between birth and fume.
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