writopanda

                          Heavy eyes, Droopy face Hands down Legs at a slow pace. Teeny heart Full of conjecture, Mumbling words With menacing fear. Senile mind fleeting bliss, Little to get And a lot to miss. Family left Friends left Left the old dock forever Her journey begun For a new harbor .  A poem dedicated to my friend who got married this month. she left every precious things behind for a new home , a new life and may be an unknown future. So may god bless her n give her enough strength to start a new inning. image courtsey-Be youself