Control of heart
My thought travels far
Reach the sky and stars
It has no end
As I find only friends and friends
I always right
And feel with delight
“It is no different world”
As have been told
But I love to be an active part
And shall never like to depart
Before putting views about how do I feel?
Heart speaks and mind reveals at will
My pen is writing with skill
I don’t know “why is it called still”
I have no idea about what others thought in the past
I want to sing forever and last
Many a time I have got wounded
But healed too
Someone takes control of my heart
Moves hand in my curly hair as an art
Many a time I have got wounded But healed too Someone takes control of my heart Moves hand in my curly hair as an art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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