For things may be tough.
the weather rough,
life unfair,
a world in despair,
and then the lilies bloom.
For words,may pierce,
others simply jeer,
or it is time,
to lower your plume,
and then,the lilies bloom.
They wait,to revile,
to kill,and defile,
to make it seem,
not worthwhile,
and yet,the lilies bloom.
They've seen it all,
the wait,the fall,
to glow bright,
ethereal beauty infinite,
and so,the lilies bloom.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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after a long time... mast waala badiya!!
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