A simple staid life Friends,family,work All was taken care. Deep inside though Buried a perception Few lines , a sketch not yet fully made ; perchance its a face. A face perennial ,endearing metaphysical ,ambrosial and chaste ,nested since childhood ,hid behind the scarlet blood in thy veins. In life's race and its fast pace Sometimes in sorrow and in pain Sometimes in happiness and when gay Unoccluded it usurps Even if for a wink i am able to have my way. Years roll by and Glimpses Of it is what i get I search ,scratch try to beget. With wistful eyes i look around Athwarted i Search The verdant ground. Alas!!someday i will see the face An old bard then : I shall finally have my grace