Profile photo of Shobitha Bushan


Like the soil that grew no trees

A night devoid of its stars

Like a butterfly without its wings

A nightingale who no more sings

Like a flower that failed to bloom

A song that lost its tune

Like kisses that touched no lips

And Life that watched time slip

Futile is a poem

That owned no heart of the poet

Futile is a road

That found no traveller’s abode.

Futile is a heart

That never sheltered Love.

-Shobitha Bushan

Profile photo of Shobitha Bushan

Shobitha Bushan

Bangalorean! A medico , writer, day dreamer! Passionate about art and music. Nature lover... Loves to pet animals and plants! (Also... some people... LOL)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.