I met some day...

some way,,, some say

with a classic poem on the way.........



the words were like,,, some wine

dancing on the tongue,,

of clay



my eyes were close;;;

listening to the cooling verses

I was thinking ,can I be

one of the BEATLES' searches........



be on the top like a sun/////

of the burning summers''''''''

I can never approve............////.

I can never dance to the rhythm

on which I have no right to improve......



I will be, one day amongst

all the shining stars and angels

but my heart will always

burn like a dropping wax from the burning candle............