WONDER I wonder at the wonder of this child, who plays with bubbles all around, wondering where they came from, when the source is just at hand. I wonder if we were just the same , in that age of innocence, when pebbles were more precious than stones, when sketches more precious than notes. In that age it seems were inherent all the joys of life. When love was not conditional, When we were away from toils of life.
The Other Side of the Globe You are there Just a click away Watching the same channel as I am. Just now Either you will call me or I will. And we would discuss as usual What is done since morning What is to be done in the rest of the day. How I wish We were together sitting and chatting over a cup of tea. But, then I realize Neither would you call me nor would I for you now are on the other side of the globe.