They have rusted, but still sturdy..
They may squeak, yet they swing
The plank is worn out , still does bridge
They stay, like old couple, wanting a touch
Bound by love and life and hope
To stir again, to swing again...
( P.S. very busy schedule since 10 days, no blog, reading,jog or swimming with puppy, I just wrote this as a sms to my friend's photo, which he gracefully allowed to use the photo and words for my post..
Soo Touching Write Up :) Though Its Rusted, They Still Have Their Own Memories Which Ever Never Erase :) :)
ReplyDeleteMost moving write, love it.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
thought provoking. quite touching and goes well with photo!
ReplyDeletewonderful photo!
I like that! You just described me and my wife :-)
ReplyDeleteThat one speaks volumes….
ReplyDeleteSuperbly wrought…
Like the hard, old wood yet super strong… classy .. and apt pict too
ooooofff superrr:)
ReplyDeleteinteresting thoughtful
ReplyDeletewonderful :)
ReplyDeleteSo cool!
ReplyDeleteOn a different note, do you really think the word verification step at comment posting help?
Very touching words !!!!
ReplyDeleteBut my compliments
you are really talented :-)
thank you all..
ReplyDelete@NRI girl,
ha ha.. do you find that when you type a comment for me.. i try to make things simple for me..word verification is a sort of irritant..Does it help? ? may be others should clarify..( I don't catch redblood cells while doing ceasarean section..but yeah, catching tiny bleeders will keep the field clean..)
what can I say.......excellent!
ReplyDeletewelcome
ReplyDeleteEspi.. I know you have visited my blog more than once.. but i treasure your comments most.. because you know who was my mentor when i first started writing poems in kannada some 15 years ago...and I am happy I am still able to show you whatever I had written..