GUEST WRITER – ANIMESH JAIN
I will be happy,
As a flower will kiss its water,
There will be a fragrance of relief and pleasure.
My eyes will close
Upon those eyes so eager,
But now shy trying to figure what has been missed for a while.
Maybe I will feel
What’s thirst to a thirsty,
Or what it takes be crude and real.
I don’t promise you anything ‘but’ my heart,
Tomorrow will be lovely
Tomorrow will be pleasant
Tomorrow will have moments shining brightly
Or it may be an epic to write.