So firm was the handshake
That it held a million promises
Much like the
softness of that cold November morning
Some soft, some
firm
And the tale grew a little long
You wrote and I
sang along - 'The November Song'
I believed in what you wrote
So did the
thrust in my throat
Knowing your
words had no meaning, no depth
I still kept singing along
I wondered when the
skies wept
I wondered when
the roads were wet
I wondered what still
sketched the rainbow up there!
Did you also
wonder sometimes, somewhat?
The mystery of
rains and the bow of colours
So fascinating it is, that it draws a vibrant bond
Unknowingly we
both sing along – 'The November Song'
I, in my world. You,
in your world.
And, the
universal chorus in our world!
