Thursday, September 1, 2011

Second

The Unsaid 
“That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.”--Goethe
It’s like the journey,
Of a drop of rain,
From its birth to the-
Destiny with the earth;
It just glides down,
Without a word. 

6 comments:

deeps said...

Beware of freezing point and evaporation :P

nice lines :)

ANULAL said...

;)
Even a drop of rain conceals something.

Pooja Sridhar said...

Nice post:) Deep thinking, liked it very much.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Waah waah... i am in LOVE... haha..

Terri said...

This is great!...I'm loving these unsaid i-poems!

ANULAL said...

Thanks every one.

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