Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Entwined hands, one in another,
Four palms held together form a pair,
A circle of love, touch like soft feather,
Bloomed flowers, now even life appears fair...
Marriage of soul, joining of hearts,
There are no more parts,
There is no more you nor is there any I,
Together in this circled sky we will fly high...
You have written a beautiful piece of poetry here, felt so good that I got carried away a bit....
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall
[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-05-2000).]