Poetry & Shayari

Let yourself be silently drawn

by the strange pull of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray.

Hope is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -