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Purposeless is the soul
That lives for his,
And is owned by others.

To share a word
Through love or award
Transgresses the barriers
And shows us the world that
breathes together.

A bond that frees us more
Binds us less
and respects
Till infinity tires and rest.

SoUmY@

[p.s.- The award logo (butterfly award) is generously passed on to me by Usha ma'am and Sashu, two amongst my very few inspirations @ blogging.

Continuing the trend, lemme pass this award link to

Rukhiya

Cinderella

and anyone who finds poetry respectable, its for you. Own it because this logo can not find a better place but your musings museum.

So, as Instructed in the Ways of Award Presentation and Conferring, this is what has to be done, as I understand, from Usha ma'am :)

1. Put the logo on the blog. by downloading the picture and adding it as a picture widget

2. Add a link to the person who presented it to you.

3. Pass this one, and link other bloggers that you'd like to share it with.

Comments

Usha Pisharody said…
Bravo! On the verse, that only you could craft:

A bond that frees us more
Binds us less
and respects
Till infinity tires and rest.


Wonderful, wonderful lines, Soumya... and am I darned proud to be the one here, first, to say

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

Love this verse, and congrats also the persons who have now received it from you :)
November 22, 2008 10:22 PM
Rukhiya said…
"Purposeless is the soul
That lives for his,
And is owned by others."

Speaks all :)
November 23, 2008 12:37 AM
Muse said…
What a wonderful thought to begin the week with!! Kudos to the verse and to you to have put it effectively.

Congratulations!!!
November 23, 2008 9:47 AM
Mahita said…
Congratulations.... :)...

"Purposeless is the soul
That lives for his,
And is owned by others."

Speaks for itself...
November 24, 2008 2:22 PM
Shal said…
http://shalinid.blogspot.com/2008/11/awards-time.html

passing it on :)
November 28, 2008 1:04 AM
R. Ramesh said…
A bond that frees us more
Binds us less - good one...remembered tagore's where the mind is without fear...congrats..
December 05, 2008 9:04 AM
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