Thursday, March 01, 2007

And as I walked through the clouds floating...

And as I walked through the clouds floating,
A hand stuck its head up,
And started to reach out for me.
"Common, son. It's time to go!"
"Oh, please! That can't be!
The gardener is still working at it, the beds are not ready!"
"I don't care, son. Spring is here and we should be going!"

And, it calls, and it calls!

But, I don't want to go!

2 Comments:

Blogger Sandhya Ramachandran said...

With such a beatific opening line, I was expecting a long poem on a totally different line... But yeah... a good poem!

The changing tides are not what we like...
we like our lovely green ponds...
And if beckoned by the shifting seas
we still linger by our stagnant sands! :)

Fri Mar 09, 10:44:00 pm 2007  
Blogger Aprilslady said...

We need REALLY good psychologists here on earth.So please don't go soon;)

Sun Mar 11, 09:04:00 am 2007  

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