Sunday, September 04, 2005

On Bonding - a small poem

Sometimes words wouldn't seem to suffice-
Whence, silence & gestures are employed,
. . . . to fill in the voids...



For, words, at times may yearn to wear,
More than merely meaning,
Yet, the thoughts seldom cease to betray,
What the encumbered soul does fail to say.



For, more things in our lives,
Than you and I, maybe conditioned to believe,
Are ushered by, what for us, 
Others - wish and pray.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

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