Friday, February 26, 2010

A View

He looked at the morning breeze
and pretended a smile,
"A nice day".He'd say
and they'd guile.

For most beauties were
never seen anyhow,
the flowing breeze,the shadow of trees,
the soothing rain,the sun field terrain.

It was just to fit in,he knew.
And when he knowingly collided
and she said that
he gleamed he had won,
he pretended to look at her,saying
"Thanks for being kind."
from now on for them
he was no more a blind.

1 comment:

Nisha said...

just very great n very beautiful.