A moment for this , a moment for that
Each separated by a simple mist..
A moment of love, of passion and bliss
A moment of vile, and of needless hiss.
Step into that , the world set in mirth
Step into this, a dull sombre birth
A thought, somewhere, someone could stop
The hapless fall, the abyss and depth
Set free! who dares to slug, my flight
Higher, soaring ,with wings spread still
A moment of joy, of spark and of mirth
A moment to stay forever in my thoughts..
( I will try to be regular in blogosphere. After the trip, I became lazy in blogging, and busy in practice.. Hope my photographer friend doesn't scold me for taking such bad photos.:( ..Reading this, She asked - where did you copy this poem from? :((