[ShArArTi MuNdA]

caravans of spring in the desert sun.
The un-blossmed roses,
The dreams in my eyes,
And the clouds in urs,
lost in dusty patheay.
Forever.
On the deathbed,
The last few words,
Uttered from our lips,
Remained unheard,
forever,
The colrful flowers,
of ur name,
And those of mine,
Remained unseen, un-plucked,
Forever