YOU AND ME

YOU AND ME

      SHE

It matters not what fishes think

About the indian ocean

Or what of blue uncharted sky,

May be a Robin’s notion

It is enough that you and I,

Whatever be our girth

Shake a fist at fret and gloom

And gird the day with mirth

      HE

But it matters what you do think

About the snow capped hill

And yonder the cool rippling rill

With your love standing at it brink

For through your eyes the world I see

Through your smiles I smile

Hand in hand I will walk with thee

For miles on end..till the last mile.