Friday, July 15, 2011

You have been loved

It was my dream to love you
Even if you did not love me,
Everyday, I dream about you.
You were with me in all the season.

In rainy season, we both were
Under one umbrella, shoulder to
Shoulder, drenching all over
And walking through the street.

In summer, we both were under
The shade of a big mango tree
Sharing the sweetest moment of life

In winter, we both were under
One blanket enjoying the heat
Of our sigh and the sweat.

In autumn, you blossomed
Like a tree which has full
Of yellow flowers.
You showered it on me, and
I was buried in the pool of flowers.


പൗര്‍ണ്ണമി said...

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

sajith kumar said...

love dies , but it will reborn !!!!