Deep inside the soul so unsullied,
They found a piece of life,
In their journey to find a place of solace,
Each other’s company is all they strive,
Amidst the diminishing greens,
The detached crowd of wandering souls,
They found a piece of life,
In the concrete walls, the plastic world,
Amidst the world in constant strife,
In the depth of their souls so unsullied,
They nurtured the most sterling gift of nature,
Love, love and love , in their heart safely buried.
Again forgive me for putting forward another little “thing” from my diary,
Just excuse me as i am not a writer,
But this painting was born from this writing itself.
