Sip with me a cup of few sunny,
warm and rainy emotions in this morning.
say it before you leave..
The noisy sound which is around
prevent us at times to listen to the beautiful songs..,
do not let us see the truth and the depth of it,
the beauty which is there every where.
wasting for the pleasure when we lose appreciation's treasure....
when we stay blind..
I do realize what within,
that infront and what behind..,
Before the death I taste the life..
from each garden I carry some flowers,
I plant one in me and give other to another.
I carry a stone from each weepy land,
a dropp from each rain.
a painful song, a beautiful scene.
when I'm away.
by recalling them
I do guard my heart,
I revive my sighing mind
When we leave without realizing the beauty of that sound which could be found among the crowd..
we leave while carrying life's heaviness in one strand...
TaMaRa HaNaRiNg ,(((( PaLeSTiNe))))FreedOm Flottila .