The soul which once used to pour love ,
Now is all alone ,
Sitting behind those bars,
In search of love,
Which her heart used to ponder so far.
.
Those hands which used to cook,
Those hands which even fed the little ones...
Now, 'crave' for handful of food in front of their own young ones.
.
Throat which was famous for its melodious lullaby,
Is now lost in a 'desert of thirst'..
.
Quest of Love in that heart, is wide as an ocean and high as the top of a mountain.
And those eyes still stores a glimpse of faith in them,
A sparkle of HOPE still shines so deep in them.
Cravings of Love, happiness,care,peace and support in a stage of life called as OLD AGE revolves around a single entity and that is "HOPE".
Now is all alone ,
Sitting behind those bars,
In search of love,
Which her heart used to ponder so far.
.
Those hands which used to cook,
Those hands which even fed the little ones...
Now, 'crave' for handful of food in front of their own young ones.
.
Throat which was famous for its melodious lullaby,
Is now lost in a 'desert of thirst'..
.
Quest of Love in that heart, is wide as an ocean and high as the top of a mountain.
And those eyes still stores a glimpse of faith in them,
A sparkle of HOPE still shines so deep in them.
Cravings of Love, happiness,care,peace and support in a stage of life called as OLD AGE revolves around a single entity and that is "HOPE".