She was the moon
calm and beautiful
He was the evening
warm and colorful.
Together they form
the serenity of the day
but he’s the coldest winter
and she’s the may.
White moon
brings light in the darkness
When the golden sun
stumbles in the emptiness
Together they form
the lines which poet says
but he’s the beginning
and she’s the end of the day.
“* सुवह को नमन “* **********प्यार के गीत गाती ,वसंती सुवह को नमन ।गंध बिखरा रही है ,सुगंधी मित्रता का चमन ।जानकी प्रसाद विवशपरम प्रिय…
She treads on the sand, Collects the seashells; warm water touches her feet. She climbs the mountain, Bruised, she bleeds. She strolls the garden paths,…
She treads on the sand, Collects the seashells; warm water touches her feet. She climbs the mountain, Bruised, she bleeds. She strolls the garden paths,…
She treads on the sand, Collects the seashells; warm water touches her feet. She climbs the mountain, Bruised, she bleeds. She strolls the garden paths,…
She treads on the sand, Collects the seashells; warm water touches her feet. She climbs the mountain, Bruised, she bleeds. She strolls the garden paths,…
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Beautifully used the poetic tools and carefully brought two seperate things together and hence this masterpiece.