Pencil sketch-Akash
When the sun shines,
When the moon glows,
When the life is young,
And all that is said and heard
Matters the most;
Hold it for the days,
Not so well,
And when life changes,
For each unto themselves.
Keep it with you
When all is gone,
For whose is it anyway?
It is really lovely that you have started this. It makes me feel so wonderful - reading the poems and seeing the drawings/paintings.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to send you an email (which I shall still do), but wanted to have the "comments" account opened with these few sentences. Rest in emails.