I hail thee, oh epitome of womanhood,
You of unbreakable spirit,
As you carry God ordained earthly duty-
Without a murmer or hint of complaint.
Speck less solitary souls,
Contented with their two some solitude,
Oblivious of surrounding humanity,
One mind, one heart, common doubts,
Fate dealt him a blow,
Too strong for his
Implication only bearer
My brother, My friend
Days have come and gone as they always do,
Brotherly tears still well in my eyes,
The emotional wound is stubborn and painful,
Like hunters driving deer towards a cliff,
Brahimins brandishing their filed swords,
kashtriyas sang in unison.
And the first cock crowed.
They looked into mine, into my heart.
I couldn't withstand the look,
Innocent and inspirational.
Too much for this unpredictable
You've seen them bloom,
Giving universe luscious treat,
Its so albeit for a moment,
For tommorow you see them not.
Rankling future I see,
In young poets tommorow,
Mountains of sceptics detracting
the young feet,
If by chance
If by chance your paths happen to cross,
Be the counsel to a strong willed yet haunted soul.
I know you won't take it kindly,
If I interrupt you with my brawl
Seasoned, alcohol accustomed tongue.
But oh pastor, before you lay your