Wednesday, 6 June 2018

At the doors..


     At the Doors..

I am standing at the doors

In solitude I am so glad

And watching to nature

My poetry is my dreams

My poetry is my hopes

My poetry is reality of life

Where I endow happiness,

Love and peace of mind

 Still alive... In this world

I am standing at the doors .

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