Thursday, April 2, 2009 Slowly, the essence of the life of the pen is flowing away, stroke by stroke , giving his all to the master, serving him, making his master's life the purpose of his living.Everyday, the pen helps his master to write his words of wisdom and helps his master towards overwhelming success an d fame. He was tool for his master to continue the carving of his life. That was the art of his life. He realized it was the beginning of the end of his life. It was honor for him sacrificing his life for his master. Every stroke, every line is draining away his life. He felt the light is leaving him. The light he sees is drifting further and further. He struggles. Chasing down the light but it felt like he was trying to reach the light using an ever growing road. It was endless. Striding on and on till the end of his days. He spent his life on that endless path. In the end, despair he does not nor does he grief. In his heart wishing for his master. May thee spent thy days in fine glory and better light. That art with me, thy feelings do i keep in me till the world's ending.Labels: By Yelo Hush of the rain. 3:22 AM
Labels: By Yelo
Hush of the rain. 3:22 AM