My Little Soul _ Aradhya_ Comments

A desert becomes a valley of blooms that adorn the entire Vale and Dale. In front of death and sorrow of departure, I find a place vaster than an empire.

In the open lawn of my soul, In the dry dust of my mind My little one is arising Sun, She is a valley with pure and polished flower. The spring eternal in my dark valley.

Very sweet love and affection...the poem is very well penned..