APRIL-3        

                                               Rabindranath Tagore
                                             courtesy : google image

Gems of words tied up with tune

Opened and a fairy escaped

Holding my hand

Flew to a faraway land

The man with long white beard smiled

Handed me the treasure trove of such gems

And I played with the fairy all my childhood

The gems are so shiny

That even in darkness the maze of life glows

Showing paths

Helps carving our own way

Old man

Let thy words be my ambrosia

In my twilight hours

posted for Sam's prompt Avant-Edge : Innocence and Experience @ Real Toads