Cry me like a river
I cried like river over you ..
Even Tears are salty
But my wordstar for you & is outdated
Even my sweat is salty
But in my mind Lotus 123 is beautiful for you
My feelings are untouched Still..
You Mostly not talking with me..
I am truly true on such way..
As birds and animals language is different
But my mind's pond is full with bad words
Mostly my mother mouth speaking so many odd
But world recognise her as CHEHARA
I never forget my feelings for you
Since you played by face with Chetan
Even adalaj is a branch of your old smile
Still I remember that but.. but.....
But the real tree cut many times by society
I hurted badly but no one knowing my feelings
I was at corner side stone
And other made pity potty on myself H
It was really H but when people will know
The time clock will run one day..
That would be the day one for you at Canada..
It would become as Latin alphabet "I"
And Even more it's as like smaller "i"
There is no curv
There is no angle
There is no triangle
There is no circle
There is no ractangle
There is no square
There is only DOT
You only see that from sky with lots of fire.
Clouds told once that you are floated flower
And they're followers of you..
Even after noise of electricity only they can know or recognising you.. as floated fire flower...
Really it's very harmful lights for whole earth..
But needs safe water as for control own fire
Come and see my tears are still in my eyes
Whichever you can racognise as bay of rivers..
Maybe helping you from fire as wall...
Just touch that for all types of warm feelings
Maybe helping Both for conditionally favourable safest sides..
Hope you are reaching my alphabet even
As you know that floated time is not for me, but some other ways my feelings maybe touching you, as at last I have vertual friends available on mighty network...even at Canada's London villages too...
Happy Moments
Jay Gurudev Dattatreya
Jay HIND
Jigaram Jaigishya is a jigar to daughter dwija
જીગર ગૌરાંગભાઈ મહેતા એક બાપ તરીકે દ્વિજા દીકરીને
Very logical if you can consider father and child...
Julie London : cry me a river
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