a road and her touch..
Long back on that road did I stay, Nothing was to utter or to say. I thought if life was a struggle, If it was another hurdle. I walked past the trees, The heavenly borders, their boundaries. In the far off land had I come, I had sipped wine and likewise rum; In the breeze that resounded chill in fragments, I was a heavy weight champion in many garments. With dreams in head, in my walk, I chalked away all dismay with a throng, And thought of the girl whom I used to stalk, To whom I gave my heart, that strong. Every thing about her that night, Made me realize, about how I had lived a phase, When I walked through the darkness and the light, When life was neither a run nor any race. When every drop of rain was an anecdote of kindness, When her very thought brought reminiscence. It's about and of that girl whom I write, Who influenced my routine, starting from my diet, It's she who walks along me, holding my hand today, It still feels august when I feel he...