Seema Chowdhury


Divine's Gift - Poem by Seema Chowdhury

The time is rolling
Turning months into years
And are showing me with them
All smiles and tears

And are saying that this is
What we get in life
So learn these arts
In it to survive

Because life is the
Precious gift of Dinine
On which no one else
Has a right but Mine

So enjoy every bit
That comes in your way
And see life passing by
Like this, day by day.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008



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