ALSphere Foundation
My weary eyes had no fight,
The years of silence
And resilience
Had erased the sparkle
That was mine and mine alone.
I have no more fistfuls of
Sunshine to scatter
On your way.
I have no more daisies
To stud your walls with.
I have no more pretty raindrops
To play music on your window panes.
I walk your path
With an empty heart,
Looking
To rest.
Dr Balesh Jindal
