but hopes

All ways are
ends once at same place,
so we cannot,
not to meet again.

Midday sun
is so hot.
But not so hot
as my heart,
that burns my soul.

A wayfarer guided
with footprints,
lost the prints in midday.

A true love is
guide and light
to life.
but it lost
somewhere in past.

A ride in dark
not certain,
will get light of hopes?
as fresh light of dawn ,
not sure but hopes.

a little flower

A very little flower
with light violet colour,
In lawn among carpet grass.
A dew drop is enough
to cover the little flower.

My hand
did move to pluck it.
But smile of the flower stopped me.

I did touch her
with that care,
we keep to touch a fresh born baby.

Thus i knew
souls could speak
without sound and tongue.