Thursday, September 26, 2013

Grace found


Grace found its accommodation,
When love found its way.
Walls do not shatter, ever,
Once built, whatever you pay.
Grace colours them, with passion,
Making them stand in hope’s way.
Grace, you are the colour,
I coloured, with you my life’s way,
The wall of my incarceration.

NEXT PART: Tomorrow. 
What is Grace? See the answer HERE


Red Handed said...

The way you connected your emotions to real life objects......amazing!

Anu Lal said...

Thank you very much, Red. I am positively surprised to see you, after such a long time of hiatus. Good to see you again. I hope your life is going well.

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