Curls of smoke spiral away
From the tea cups and disappear....
I see not, where!
The subdued emotions of a muted mind,
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Lamenting on lost love and eagerly awaiting for it in every dream, spiritual work sincere thanks dear sir
@V.m.saraswathy Munuswamy, Thank you so much for reading my poem. Your thoughtful comment has given me a lot of inspiration and pleasure.
@Edward Kofi Louis, Thank you very much for reading my poem and leaving a comment here. Your thoughtful words on the poem and its appreciation have inspired me a lot.
Our dreams may disappear at times like curls of smoke! But at an unexpected time and occasion, they may come to perch on our shoulders to be chased and caught, thereby to give a new lilt to life! There is no loss over which we have to worry for long. The lost will be replaced by new ones and our weary eyes will be brightened by a new glow! Beautiful.....!