In the deepest gorges of heart
dwells a child-like puny
little blaze,
A minuscule bright topazic
infant flame which glows in
the darkness of shrewd
world of the
grown ups
The little flame never fades,
for it protects the naive
hearts, from falling
prey to the coldness
of the corrupt
The child-like hearts like oasis
remain lush and green
despite cruel parched
sands of the
grown-ups.
Love this!
Thanks a lot Bill!
My pleasure Tanya! Hope you well!
Nice one !!
I love that glaze. Refreshing words 🌸🌸
Thanks Shantanu, for your kind words!
My pleasure always
🙏
Very very true what you wrote here, Tanya.
And very poetically put too. ❤
Thank you dear friend, for your encouraging words, hope you are doing fine!
Doing my best trying to cope with the loneliness of the holiday season.
This shall too pass!!
We should always hold on to the child like wonder and innocence in us.Love this one.
I totally agree Megha, thanks for your valuable comment!
Beautiful