Waiting for the moments,
Touching the flowers,
Petals – pink and soft.
Breeze of breaths across.
In-
His garden green.
Waiting to hear the twitters,
Over the tree branches,
Little bird swinging them.
And playing with leaves.
In –
His Reality or Dream.
Waiting for the scent,
Of the blossoms,
Each morning fresh.
As the thousand roses around.
In – His Oasis in the way long.
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It’s pleasing to know that there are thinkers in my country keeping the great language alive. Even I’m a published Hindi poet. To catch a glimpse of my work, visit- http://souravroy.com/poems/
Keep Walking…