BUTTERFLIES CALLING...
There comes a day,
when i just wanna play
with the butterflies
underthe blue blue sky,
and ask them,
what drives them,
and why,
to fly from flower to flower,
seeking nectar...
I wanna ask them,
when will I find my nectar,
and start my flight,
in search of it...
And fly with
happiness on my wings....
They'll tell me,
my nectar might not even exist,
But that shouldn't let me,
the temptation of the flight,
resist!
posted by Daneshia @ 7:53 am
5 Comments:
Even I could enjoy this poem. Hats off!!
thanx sudhsie! meaning u still visit my blog! i read urs by the way, today morning!
i too have seen the centuries-old clock with a man sounding a gong.... and the crowd that gathers to appreciate it........ salarjung's unbeatable! i love hyderabad!
nice poem... glad that u finally remembered that u hv a blog that needs to be updated with nie stuff like this. :)
and yeah, hyd rocks!!! so u at infy hyd now, i gather... hows life?
No sai k! me's not at infy hyd!
the only time i've spent in hyd was 1.5 yrs back, was in hyd for 3 days. but i loved it!
and thanx :)
hey danny... wrote something after a long time.... tell me how it is... :)
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