For the countless days,
I stood at the meadow
To see the vastness of the field
My sight returned to me with a smile.
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The sight returns with the splendour of nature. Marvellous Poem Asim ji
Nothing remains pure and untouched, except the purity of heart,
Crafty poem, you nailed it with this wonderful poem, today's situation.
This was enjoyable and brilliant. It made me think Bravo! ! ! !
Wonderful. " My sight returns with mercy." When the entire world cries for mercy, only a poet's sight has it. Everywhere else, it has vanished. So very true about Poets and Poetry.
O' what things we see and don't see! !