Tuesday, April 17, 2012


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A bitter no little surprise sprints and comes into my life
While I think there is no place for any wound nor strife
The forests are in some tranquil, the roads are all clear
There is no sign of that beast, and I am not in any fear
The moon by the lakeside meanwhile calls me tonight
I run in joy but then I am the deer under the headlight



Vijay Shenoy said...

Very interesting...I truly enjoyed it... cheers

Raksha Bhat said...

@ Vijay: Glad that you did Vijay:)