Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Freedom.

From the black cage,she waved.
A puppy with adorable paws ran;
Into her arms.Cuddling it.She felt.
Alive.

She cooked fish and garnished it with pepper.
She watched the crimson sun going down.
I wish you would tell her a story.
And rock her to sleep.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

wishes

we better keep ourselves aloof of expectations from others.
but then,
wouldn't u just love to c all ur wishes granted.
and life being a fairy tale?
sigh.........

very touchy indeed. luv ya. keep up the good work.

Unknown said...

reminds me of sumthng...i dnt kkno why...bt it jus duz....bhenge mor ghorer chabi niye jabi ke amare, o bndhu amar...realy dn kno why...rock miss fatty