Friday, March 30, 2012



Soothing to the ear,
the balm to the heart
Ebbing fear
A genuine start............

When the slates of past
Are rubbed off from behind
Clearer mind to longer last
As no one is visible to the blind

His own hand is stretched out
His stick in his left hand
Walking uphill rather determined; stout
Hoping for pastures green and grand

Hope caressing his positive thought
The tiny light of the visible candle flickering....
New challenges bravely fought
With efforts of a sober, sincere ring....

In his deep resonant voice;
Soothing to the patient ear,
His right, his choice,
Ebbing away all his fear.........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moot Malini