Foot Prints
When every sandstorm blows, I fear the foot prints you left will be covered off... On the fall of every raindrop, I doubt whether your tears will be washed away.. Each time the earth shakes, I sigh thinking the place where we sat together will vanish.. When life becomes hectic, I wonder whether I will be able to place your footstamps among million others... Still gazing at your footmarks, you left in my heart.. And my heart refusing to enjoy the rain, the showers and the dew... Realizing that the steps you left behind was on stony tablets.. Not man, the rain, or the tremors can ever wipe out.. Your scars from my heart....