Different people, different place,
Different race, different face,
Far they live, Far they thrive,
Yet too close.....to remain alive,
...
Sitting beside my window pane,
i was gazing at all that was happening outside,
clouds of her thoughts were treading ahead,
gradually engulfing the tranquil gleam,
...
The chords of her heart
Resting in a long covet
For those fingers to touch them
And press hard against
...
I may not be the poetry of a poet,
The protagonist Of a heroic tale,
The melodious notes of nightingale,
I may not be the rainbow....
...
His Heart.....,
A stream, flowing recklessly,
No one can fathom, how deep,
...