Friday, February 27, 2009


For you are so young
though I be small
the thirst don't quench
though the sea surrounds
though the gales be strong
and the wind may blow
I'm alone, I am all alone
- to grope - my way through the haze
for yours is not the hand
no babe - yours is not the hand
to guide me - through the maze

*copyright* Budh.aaah


  1. On second thoughts its ok. It was sorta childish of me to write the earlier comment.