my mate and me

Sudha Raje
the flowers of rose are swaying
their bun
the colours or rainbow sprinkle on
her face
that snow and ice of alps and
himalaya'peeping in her sight
O DUSKY EVENING ! FOR WHOM
YOU
ARE WAITING. when i ask she sighs
deep
and hide her self in a black shawl
stiched with stars and sang a
solitary
song which I wrote long ago for
some one now we are singing
together and waiting for none till
the morning we drink,we dance,we
cry we laugh and without any
promise we wait for each other and
never betray
(c)sudha raje
May 18