The spring is colorful
The same fervor is for intelligent and fool
Wise and semi perform the same
The season is for all to claim
I miss all my friends
That impression shall remain till end
Many entered my life as life long
It is rare honor for not going wrong
How many to name in my success?
How kindly they gave me access?
I love to be with them and around
They are always affectionately found
Yes roses had nice place
I was after them with wild chase
I got many to remember in many ways
They have left behind fragrance to stay
I feel so elated
As if closely related
With all my dreams and charms
They have done no harm
This spring makes m e to feel
All their memories to fill
In my mind as precious treasure
The joy and happiness never to measure
Shall I call this spring as special valentine?
So sacred and yet to call it divine
My friends are dear and make me to feel fine
I shall miss all till I say bye but never define
With rose in hand I stand alone
I need to know who real one is.
Who will wish me valentine from heart
“O dear, we miss you and feel very much part “
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~AN EXOTIC~SA.. With rose in hand I stand alone I need to know who real one is. Excellent Sir.
1 day ago « Delete » Sambar Wadi Who will wish me a Valentine from Heart, Oh! dear really I miss U grom the Heart... OK bye bye...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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