We are departed by a stick of hope
Passes feelings through it to each other
I am the blind and she is my wife
Struggling life as two beggars in streets and slums
She takes me as a pioneer
And I follow her as a follower
Never take me by taking my hand
Gives instructions just by bending the stick to follow her
No conversation and crosses miles of anxiety and frustration
With silence and peace and
Take it as granted to live the life.
No comments:
Post a Comment