I could not find spring
As she tried to bring
Her voice echoed positive
But she was almost submissive
Why did I sense autumn?
In her approach even
She was dull and slow
Not with enough of air to blow
She whispered with slow voice
It was firm and echoed with promise
She was right character
I need to follow her after
I held her hand
And assured her of Promised Land!
She was not to be worried
Or for that matter, any load to be carried
She was in spirit
Ready to mingle and greet
I gave her broad smile
To go ahead meanwhile
hasmukh amathalal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-slow-whisper/
