Tuesday, December 11, 2007


there it lay yearning, waiting for that touch

riches of the world at its feet

the thirst for power setting its bait

the bonds of kin creeping for a hold

the mirage of bliss luring into its fold

but none lit a lamp to drive the darkness away

for the wick of love and the spark in life went missing

thus it lay yearning, waiting for the touch that would cure

1 comment:

Gargs said...

Aren't we all waiting for tht touch...