Two Doors
Two doors opens whenever I compose a new rhyme
One leads me to you, and other brings you to the heart of mine
Whatever I plan seems fruitless with time
It’s always your presence that brings me the sweet chymes
Like the sparrow swims in the melodies of wind
My soul dances with your feelings blend
Two doors opens again whenever you touches the heart of mine
One leads me to you and another brings you to my rhyme.
© Akhand Singh, 2008 © An Empty Glass, 2008