Thursday, April 16, 2015
FOR THIS PEN AHEAD THE THOUGHT
Alike an peaceful heaven
Words are wandering among woods
Forest,Forest, mind-ward awake
Varying my thunder cloud- mind
Silently day-dreaming and writing
With myriad hopes ahead
How precious these words awake
Away from the worldly worries
Away from wrangled hours
For this pen ahead the thought!
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The Poet wants to the Leave the Living World, due to loss of Love and care,before that, he sings a sad Song! :)
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