Very sentimental poetry....
I recall my mom’s last eyes....
no tears....
Smiles as she passed by
...
And this is what we call cyclic
all changes
hands face and smile
...
Someone somewhere
awaits for me
behind the pillar of time
stands someone
...
''to run my fingers
along the contours
of your body just
to ignite the love....''MAN
...
Youth is that fountain....which must one day dry
no matter how much one may try
youth does die
but in form of aging skin and balding hair
...