Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Why Me? ? ? Comments

Rating: 4.5

I remember his hands hard as steel,
But never was I without a meal.
He was with me throughout my childhood,
His love was unconditional, and he always understood.
...
Read full text

Pritisha Sardesai
COMMENTS
, aryaindia 12 May 2009

A very sad poem and quizzical in effort. blessings, arya

0 0 Reply
Close
Error Success