LAST NIGHT

Last night, Lost of love.

The doors were opened,

But refused.......

Light’s weren’t dimmed.

But I’m afraid,

Where could I get the

Divine Love.

                                                            

       The doors are not yet closed,

         The lights are brighter,

          Rain is getting stronger,

        It’s getting cold,

     All......

There is little space,

One can share sorrows,

Search for something,

More than Love.

Never closed, never hated,

  Always be in my life....

                                                         ---Krishnaraj M (27/10/2012)