sudhanshu shekhar


Story


When the brave prince rule over this beautiful planet,
When I talk with the star,
When I don’t say lie to anyone,
When the creator’s creation will compel me to write,
When I have my all occasion,
When my heart will filled with red wine,
Then I will create a story,
The story of a god,
The story on flower, fairy, and the mud island,
The story in which little creature will talk with me,
The story of my wisher will like me,
The curse, the blessing, the pain and the joy,
Every hour of a life tale,
Everything the glory of sun, dust and the sound of wind will write story,
And when I will listen,
I feel sleep in the hand of story.

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013

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