Its You Poem by Basant Swain

Your thoughts is just a blurry picture,
Like the life that surrounds you.
Be seen without meeting you,
And be confident that you are of the mind.
These differences do not disappear the meeting,
We 're all praying up.
Meet you cry we live so long,
Make sure you 're near the end.
We assume no matter how bad the condition of the heart,
Unless you how sad we are.
From the days of waiting to meet you,
Is thought to be more important than what you know.
Now you by name, has a smile on his lips,
Let 's values today, you are very near to the heart