by Arul Santhosh.D
I am standing behind the box,
Where I have lost my dreams to nox;
Arrested and captured
By the twinkling of your twin-stars!
The perfume of yours
Fenced me with colours off flavours,
In which I breathed and survived!
Eventually, I did attain
The grade of revival!
No power could ever be beaten,
Since I am blessed;
In the rain and flood
Of your love and grace!
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Last updated July 01, 2017