Tiny Little Hopes
With the convergence of the night,
in the misty morning,
I see the moon rising,
without a star,
without any cloud,
And the eyes scan the tides rising on the moon,
And they capture them embracing this ground,
to let the incipient suffusing rays
snuggle up to fresh hues,
to let the breeze fashion appealing charm,
and caress thine heart,
thine soul,
And let Him visualise,
the lavish fragrance piercing through IT,
the bestowal of joy, cheer and tranquility,
with a rise, yet to take place…
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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