Tuesday 20 May 2008

Inherit


Inherit
Seven grains and the modest tongue he inherited
when the parasol blustered in the breeze
Now the days turn grey and he transverses with the time
with hard knocks he crusdaed with the destiny
and fabricated his quarries repleted with gems
But still somewhere in his warehouse
He owns those Seven grains and the modest tongue



2 comments:

Serenity Sizzels said...

wow Nishant...i remember these 7 grains..

Compassion
respecting time
truthful to ones own soul
helping people around
restraining ownself from jealousy
hardworking
being contended

worth treasuring...

Piyusha here...

Nishant Shah said...

Thhnx piyusha for revisiting these lines again