Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe
Roll and churn covered in a sheath
Roiling around in raging tempests
Cavorting here and about: a prank, a caper
Riding on a tide out they pour
Come to rest on lips hiding no more
Lilting they sound when awarded expression
Fragrant to the heart that receives their confession
What use the words that can’t find their path?
What worth the man who can’t this grasp?

लगातार अपडेट रहने के लिए सावन से फ़ेसबुक, ट्विटर, इन्स्टाग्राम, पिन्टरेस्ट पर जुड़े| 

यदि आपको सावन पर किसी भी प्रकार की समस्या आती है तो हमें हमारे फ़ेसबुक पेज पर सूचित करें|

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  1. Akanksha Malhotra - April 24, 2016, 9:51 pm

    Nice poem 🙂

  2. Anirudh sethi - May 1, 2016, 3:25 pm

    nice one 🙂

  3. Kanchan Dwivedi - March 9, 2020, 6:16 am


  4. Satish Pandey - August 1, 2020, 3:05 pm

    Very good

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