Saturday, August 8, 2009

Touch of youth

The touch of youth is soft and subtle
It’s also have the shade of impiety and rudeness
Both the tones show fear and apprehension
That makes the mistaken part on its own

Love of the mother and yearn for the lover
One set to grow in the arms of the beloved
Most of it are unseen and forgotten often
The transit through it is painful and dreaded

Looks at all the newly lit lamp and oil it
As though you are the one who is desperate
Many a look I had in all but you
Now I use all the might to adore you

The touch of youth had it all in its part
Without which we never share the good
All be in my state I shall declare
I see all of that will be there again

No comments:

Post a Comment