There were these times of my life, when things forever went wrong!
.
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I used to talk, but only to kill that silence within.
I used to smile, but tears never stopped flowing.
I used to study but the lines never had any meaning.
And, I used to write too, but never with an instinct or feeling.
Then, one day
I got a lamp.
It was magical.
For things changed.
I started talking without looking at the clock.
Killing silence was a distant thing; I never could shut my mouth.
I never again required a reason to smile.
Studies, as usual seemed boring: but the best part, we failed together
And Writing...
It could never have been better!
Beautiful dedication to your dearest friend... let that 'diya' continue to shed light in your life! Thanks Rosmin, for taking the time off to read my poems and comment on them
what a magic diya that was! ! ! i love your style that is so unique.keep inking Rosmin.
Light of the day , may be Daya..... we love to read this hearty poem I got a lamp. It was magical.
Dedicated to my dearest friend in life. Diya, to you... Today, Tomorrow, Forever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good reason to smile. When life turns into a celebration, everything is a reason to smile