Realised after long
How mute a conversation could be
Not much to say or to listen
Yet so much to feel
Neither could digest the life
Truth remains the same
By far the ripples reach out
Yet to leave the pond
Rippling is here to stay
As for the stone or wind
Until another rock or wind, the pond remains still..........
1 comment:
hee hee...nice one :)
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