Friday, April 13, 2012

A dedication

Time, for none it stopped still
Life, kept rewritten by a quill
Often re-iterated like a synchronized drill

Forget not those who were dear
Those extended hands were very near,
Who were able to look past your queer

Thankful be to those blessed souls
Without whom life would be but holes
Dedicated to one and all, these lines on scrolls


AntharangadaMaathugalu said...

Very nice...


ಕ್ಷಣ... ಚಿಂತನೆ... said...

Dear Karthik,
Its remembered me W.H. Davis poem: What is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare!!

Nice poem.