But anyways getting back where i was. There is loads of stuff on this blog that has been a Broth of my own Brain but this post, this poem is FOR me. Atleast when it started it was. Though the "poet", after editing it and making it a hell lot more awesome still claims it is, i find it hard to believe. It started as nonsense as usual but you would be surprised what "my" company and 4 continuous hours of MBBS lectures can bring out in somebody.
(And hulloo "one track mind"ers its NOT by my boy friend..!!)
with lots and lots of thanks here is a post publically showing my appreciation
The Girl Sitting Beside Me
(And hulloo "one track mind"ers its NOT by my boy friend..!!)
with lots and lots of thanks here is a post publically showing my appreciation
The Girl Sitting Beside Me
Like a flower blooming in every season
She rejoices, the scent of air is enough a reason
Like the forever lush green grass, she never withers
Along with her even through the narrowest path, happiness slithers
Being filled with light, no scars shall sear
She dances with delight at the tunes only she can hear
Her own distinct nest of joy and bliss she weaves
Oh can’t you see her trying to catch the flying golden leaves!
Without wings, she is flying, wavering among the happy clouds
Lightening up every moment she lives
Falling freely in an abyss of contentment
She is thoughtless about past and future-
The girl sitting beside me…
Extraordinarily weaved into words by
Sankalp Katara
Sankalp Katara
AND
proudly presented,
proudly presented,
