Treasure Island

sarojini pattayat

(01.01.1963 / Odisha, India)

For You


Each moment i feel you.
Inside my heart
the wavy dreams
decorates my mind,
i made a garland choosing the best i can,
to heartily welcome you.
Oh! dear,
You live with me like shadow,
where i go, you go,
In this world,
i listen people blaming each other,
for selfish desires,
But, you remain static
like Himalayas
to provide me strength,
to choose the best.

Submitted: Saturday, December 08, 2012
Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (12/8/2012 7:17:00 AM)

    Good poems you are writing. congratulation. You are from odisha. I am also writing in odia and english and in kosli. I again thanks you for the english poetry. (Report) Reply

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