The fine refine sand spilled over the glass,
Hands moving around it painting an life out of .
The curls on hair were similar to mine,
The face that is carved, resembles mine shot of .
Within an instant, the image changed,
The hands moved and a face was drawn.
It looked similar to my love,
And you and me were shown.
I got mesmerized along and lost all my pain,
When i opened my eyes, he was all gone.
As of my life, he came and he went unsaid,
The sands got pictured so similar that my past was born.
nice one Jyoti!
thanks dear!!! 🙂
Nice one.
thanks!!! welcome again…