If sky descends silently with abundance of adoration, Rest upon your shoulders Don't conjecture its my drooped chin,
Nor look hither and thither with ajar somnolent eyes, I'm not there anymore, In stygian lonely nights,
Don't light a lamp of Yearn for me, I'm all lost in rabbles of Thwarts and sulks,
All reveries having my Head on your lap In those shy amber dusks, All the dreams we had Bleed through slit veins,
Through the broken Panes of our incomplete sand castles,
In leisure do cerebrate Haven't everything been slipped through our incapable fingers or it is labyrinth of destiny etched in palms, This was the last wish I had And last dawn dream so beguiling,so beautiful Yet so incomplete...
This is a series of 12 Haikus, in which I have tried to describe the idiosyncrancies of each personified month. The common word, "cologne" is used in each haiku and I've tried my best not to employ more than 16 words while writing each Haiku.
@mirakee Thank you so much for the repost! And thank you, from the bottom of my heart to everyone here!
The word child trafficking is not new. As it's been there since ages. People trick children and take them for their own purpose. Who knows what happens to these children. As per a survey about 96000 children go missing in a year, one child in every 8 minutes, isn't this a shocking one... Where do this children go, what happen to them is unknown and what about their future..........