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Bronze Star - 5,614 Points (2/2/1981 / kottayam)


It's a passive lovely day
His rays blink my eyes as ravine
When his love twines as shabby
Then my eyes caught a lovely glee
A garland worn by the sky
Its edges that fetches thee
Lovely as a carve of thee
Colored beads that orderly
But modest than that craft
Nature that sew it in order
So that it swing on its lap
Spectrum that adorn her pallid hair
But lovely as a stripy tide
Visual that color at some angle
When his terms accord at nature's side
Grandeur develop at that shore
When unity wave at its side
Harmony is a lovely knoll
Colors of nature blot a note
Unite the hearts in a lovely thread
So that visual be medley of love
Unity that spell always! ! ! ! ! !

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Topic of this poem: unity

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  • Gold Star - 12,600 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/30/2014 6:08:00 AM)

    Harmony of colours between showers of rain and bursts of sunshine.........between showers of love and bursts
    of emotions is what rainbow is.............very nicely composed.................... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,891 Points Akhtar Jawad (7/30/2014 5:55:00 AM)

    Unite the hearts in a lovely thread
    So that visual be medley of love
    An universal message. A lovely poem. (Report) Reply

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