My Inspiration Is My Mentor
My Inspiration Is My Mentor
It was like that
When she used to come to class everyday
I could see them
But still in their eyes
Flowers of hatred never seen
Me with that tender heart
Want to say something
But many in my foolish mind
Ideas flourish
She looked a bit kind
Because of their sharp eyebrows
I care
Seems streaky
She never tells me anything
But whenever I meet
She stares at me silently
Stare at
Let me be vulnerable
Has to be applied on the cheeks.
So the caravan continued like this
Sensations thrive
Didn't hurt
But a bit of doubt
Remains
All of a sudden, one day
Something in my health
Got hurt
Test of the day
I did not understand anything
When my friend hurts me
Solicited them from madam
She panicked
As soon as I come
Didn't even ask what happened to me?
They measure the extent of fever
The warmth of my head
Started to shake my hands
With some wet handkerchief me
Started caressing the cephalic lines
Holding my hand
Started to hit the cool
There was some touch in that touch
They did not tie up questions
She would see me again and again
Behold, secretly suffering
No wires broken
She was not close
Then how is this contemplation?
To be honest,
I found "Kashmir" in Madam
Like looking at white snow
The mind becomes mad,
Like the greenery there
Inspiring all the nature
As cold air touches
Clearness of eyes
Like a white sheet of ice and
Any crack in the sky
Don't see
Like being lost in those litigants
Feel like
That river in my life
Flow like
Always irrigate my mind
That someone in my life
No less than "beloved"
To be honest,
I found "Kashmir" in my Madam
Which is always an inspiration for my life.