Secretive Life Is A Beautiful Lie! ! ! Comments

Sometimes Vipins we wander through the desert and depend on the few oases to still our thirst. But resisting the erratic winds we are capable of crossing the desert and nice cooling woods full of refreshing brooks are there. Superb piece of poetry, my friend.

Vipins, poetic heart in you never ever getting dry in the desert...the title remind me a bit about Unwritten Soul...i am not maybe hahaha_SOul

for shall I wander in the wilderness in search of an oasis forever searching we are. enjoyed

Beautiful poem.Short and sweet.. Lie like a sweet dream, which one would like to dream..Loved reading it.