Children of Love


Lost!
in the wildreness of life
we sit holding our hands together
our dreams tall as Himalayas
have fallen into a ditch below.

We had cuddled ourselves
when the snow poured
Entwined our bodies
in the darkest nights

Today ,our hands hardly touch
our soul hardly speek
our minds tossed in a wild sea
sways in a hurricane

we are living bodies
of a dead dream

we are children of love.