11 April 2009
That lonesome leaf,
Where I wrote your name
Still clings on,
As autumn wins.
Very soon it shall pass away too,
Bur who cares for a broken wing?
That Ocean breeze knows,
Where your footsteps lie.
It whispers those secrets to the waves,
So I try to bribe the shore,
But what will melt the sea
That died long ago?
May be the leaf foiled the wind
And fell somewhere near your feet,
May be the sands turned against the sea,
And took me there where you hid,
But never did it made the blind know
that every time it was the mute ,
who tried to show him her love …