its the miracle of my heart's failure to mourn invisibly that sculpted the contents in this poem.
I thought life had a beautiful face.I thought the posessors of life
also posessed a kind heart.I thought the rate of failure was not life consuming as the rate of
But life betrayed my dreams with a single stroke of violent sacrifice.It made me loose
the spirit and sparkle of happiness that floated in my eyes
reflecting a silent hope for future...
But I was too naive and as foolish to believe
once and twice and thrice, and still now, as forever more than now, shall I go on believing
the truth I saw with inner eyes all sleep-stolen and insecure....