A Big gate stared at me today
With its protruding long tongue
Guarded by branching out trees.
Awkward at stares and giggles of waiving branch
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Every dream begins with a dreamer... today may seems anonymous...can anyone ever forget the past
Everyday we stand in the dream of a magical night. Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like stars...
Nice lines brother..... i like these poems out of routine works lovely 10
Very True Sir. Who cares for Dhurva of yesterday, we should live in today and think about tomorrow. Appearing & disappearing of natural things is rule of nature.
I think still past the one on which we stand - - firm or shaky as one finds self