Ma – Travels – Metro – Villages – Pujas – Colors – Hopes and Despair – Hospital – Markets – Breeze and Monsoon – Sweat and Sweets – Guests and Rests. Blinking of stars and the days went on. Revitalized with new framework for life.
Blogging got affected as connectivity was not there and we dedicated the days for them, who never been to net ever. Back from home let me start with a poem.
To keep the promises,
Left halfway,
Picking to my bosom,
I shall go on.
To wipe the tears,
Still not dried,
Singing to my tunes,
I shall go on.
To heal those wounds,
Of genenations last,
Soothing with verbal herbs,
I shall go on.
Across my boudaries,
With the wings grown,
To carry her dreams alone,
I shall go on.