Monday, February 18, 2008

Kasauli

(This poem is about a place called KASAULI in Himachal. Went there for a trip and fell in love :). The picture is of the church mentioned in the lines)
                                                      

The old grey church
Steals all my words.
Morning wind composes
A new song.
Come hold my hand
Don't whisper a thing.
As the red brick road
Sings along.


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2 comments:

  1. rchFebruary 18, 2008 at 8:25 PM

    Hello Nick, I truly love this poem! I could hear the wind singing and the unforced rhyme at the end just wraps it up so nicely. I like your blog and have added you in my links, thanks for stopping by and your kind comments. Now I am going to enjoy my day off, bye.

    Bob

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  2. CynthiaApril 29, 2008 at 5:38 AM

    Just lovely, and this photograph
    the perfect partner.

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