Frangrace melts in air with blushing red roses.
I never wink at them.
They link my heart with thy elegance.
I am melting at heart all along my path.
Greenwich cries to limit the time.
I am never lost in time.
I am born to win.
See the tunnels of time bolster our destiny.
Symphonies are born in air without any meaning.
I am known to speak in a world of legacy.
I sign my letters of spirit with the anguish of love,
woven in the fabric of mystery in a mindless quagmire of passion.
Love is always born to beneign gratitude
and the unknown sands of mystic communion,
call upon us to reach the Eternal.
God lives in the hearts of all those wedded with boundless compassion.
(A poem of mangal)
(Copy right:Mangalaprathaban.M June15,2014)
I never wink at them.
They link my heart with thy elegance.
I am melting at heart all along my path.
Greenwich cries to limit the time.
I am never lost in time.
I am born to win.
See the tunnels of time bolster our destiny.
Symphonies are born in air without any meaning.
I am known to speak in a world of legacy.
I sign my letters of spirit with the anguish of love,
woven in the fabric of mystery in a mindless quagmire of passion.
Love is always born to beneign gratitude
and the unknown sands of mystic communion,
call upon us to reach the Eternal.
God lives in the hearts of all those wedded with boundless compassion.
(A poem of mangal)
(Copy right:Mangalaprathaban.M June15,2014)
