The years were the Chalkie, As I could hardly rit the wrist. When the time knocked, I was blinking the eyes. Chalo , If the Time can, Bequeathing the force of Spine. Un-wandered distress behold-ed a while, Soon to boon, Soul beehive. Untold questions despite the return Unseen Shadow amidst the glare Blessed Young hoary Morning, Avant-garde as a new dole. End be the trust of new beginning Hope be the beginning of new Trust. -Dattasmita Vasist
Dattasmita Vasist, an avid, creative writer and lyricist, her interests include in the arena of the Indian culture, religion, Philosophy and exploring the imbibed heritage. She authored the book, The Light - Journey towards serene [ISBN 978-93-5279-517-8] .