Clouds over your city
Are nothing but drops of my love,
All jokes that are witty
Are nothing but props of my love.
To convey my simple wishes dear
They will rain to wish you on your day,
To wash away all your fear
I shall guard your heart till my last day.
I might go down like many men unknown
May you shine like the hope in pure heart,
May all that’s best in your heart gets sown
What grows shall be the beauty of art.
I know I will never stand by your side
Shall forever be deprived of your touch,
By all promises shall I abide
Will wait for next life…It’s not too much!!
– Ashant
Small City Thinker 