When words start sprouts,
Begins to clear my doubts.
Warm depth of your smile,
Within I the soul become exile.
Waited a lot with hurried eyes,
Where my dream become realize.
Neither the art, nor any scene,
No more they are, like evergreen.
Simpler the word, the less emotion,
Neither I nor you get the notion.
Heart pups hurriedly within me…,
When the chance comes, ‘U’ to see.
Ramji Acharya
