Saroj Khan


A stone thrown in a blue water of lake.
It stirs with wave.
It encourages with a marvelous frequency to vibrate green mosses.
 My heart follows with a sound of wave.
Rays of light reflects from my heart.
Sign of symptoms to keep me live.
Hope that helpless mind will be recurring to fruitful mind.
Expect that cool of hill from north east wind.
There my lake where a stone will not be drop down with wave.
I will be here to survive with hope.
Where my love will be reflect through sunlight.
Time passes in my heart day becomes bright.
Saroj khan [sakha]