Comments about Ritika Abrol
Depths I care not to observe
Of care, Of hurt, Of pride, Of love
Depths I care not to try fathom
Of worship, Of friendship, Of like, Of love
Of what purpose, will it all be?
To know, how much, how deep I feel?
To know, how sweet, the bitter despair
How gentle it quivers, love and care?
Sighs and smiles, when by none seen
Silenced cries, when thoughts've been
Through mine mind, through mine heart
Much or less, how it'd matter to me?
All the measures, All the counts
To what will it all surmount?
Number I could all tears, all peals