Dreams Without Borders.

out in the barren field, there's a patch of life..

you really cant miss it, unless u desparately want to,

there's a rose in that green,blooming everyday,

it waits for a noticing eye, waits for its justice.

out in the field which was once green,

velvetted with roses, so scarlet, passionate.

anticipating with excitement, the life so green..

the field nurtured the life, with love, faith and hope.

time, however is just and universal.

every field will face it, in sunshine and clouds.

mine although had many seasons to name.

withered my roses to the weather of time.

the last remaining patch of green,

still reminding the hauntings of past..

lest the last petal withers off,

and puts borders in my flight of dreams....

saurabh 20th of april 3.36 am