destined to be changing arenas, <br />venturing into a new world, <br />from a pool of common gender, <br />was all of a high task.. <br /> <br />might be though, <br />but not a dry sand grabbing a little shower.. <br />its the chastity of a pedicel and the flower.. <br /> <br />cuturals being the cradle of a new culture.. <br />sure it was dusk, but my eyes shone.. <br />couldn't they miss a glance of you... <br />if they did, it was only on winking... <br /> <br />heard of the break batch.. <br />it was not the batch that was broken, <br />but my little heart.. <br /> <br />not a word spoken, <br />never the heart open.. <br />moments were fragrant <br />and that was frequent.. <br /> <br />fine dawn set on, to show the hand in your hand, <br />it was not mine, for, fate showed its stand.. <br /> <br />its not mere attraction. that dies before me.. <br />its not mere love. that dies with me.. <br />its a sculpture, that lives and lives and makes a history...<br /><br />muthu veerappan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quoting-an-era/
