Friday, August 21, 2009


She stopped by & bent,
For a tiny piece of paper leapt,
She knew not whether to open or not,
The breeze was blowing hot,
But the wretched thing beckoning her....

Arousing within, her unquenched curiosity,
Unmatched heart beat velocity,
Yet, she wanted to open it,
Mustered her courage mightly,
But she was still all faulty.....

Blank faced stare awaited the pick,
Was it a tick????
She knew not the flick,
For went those quick blank blinks,
She knew neither to read nor write......


Pick it up & walk along,
Neaver let go off your closed fists,
You never know what you'll lose,
For it may serve a purposse along,
Pick it up & move on!!!

Pick it up & move on,
Quicken you pace to reach out,
For there will be who'll want,
It is your only chance,
Pick it up & walk along!!!