Tarun Sharma Biography

It can happen to you
Suddenly the breeze around becomes new
It can be felt with in you
Suddenly a face come in to view
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i am not an artist
i am not interested either
but i am painting
since i got senses
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At dusk
few miles away
swaying her hands
in the fields of barley
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i guess
i don't have enough time
to tame the beautiful springs
round the globe
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When the leaves get absorb in to the sand
When the butterflies return to their home
When the defeated people put their hands on hand
When the tired sparrows stop chirping and do not roam
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