Saturday, June 19, 2010

THE UNKNOWN



Did you ever chase a shadow,
out in the wild and free?
Did you ever sleep in a meadow,
on velvet grass beneath the tree?

Did you ever see the moon,
in pristine white today at noon?
The moon also shed a tear,
on dry sands in lonely fear.

The branches spread far and wide,
a swing in it does merrily glide.
Have you seen petals hold dew drops
that unfolds with ease 'n' shyly props.


Prasenjit©1997-2010

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