Few people we meet,
in cool or in heat,
They might be unknown,
but known they treat.
It is actually instant,
We hardly have time to think,
The moods of the mind change,
automatically red to pink.
We might have nothing to share,
We might have nothing to scare,
We might be occupied in our lives,
We might have nothing to spare.
But there is hope,
There is an endless scope,
We feel a few seconds of tranquility,
We can feel love rope.
We know life is too short,
We seldom get a chance for celestial float,
You are unknown or known,
I miss you a lot..........
Sehdev Sharma
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09-09-2023 11: 28
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem