Ivana Poem by Yogesh Sharma

Ivana



His tender feeling,
Touches the pure heart.
Taking IVANA,
To the top of the chart.

She behaves,
Sometimes,
Like a child,
In her blissful offspring.

But sometimes,
She presents herself,
As curator,
In the garb of crony's self.

Her words strike,
His kernel very deeply.
Compelling him to think,
About life's secret, sacredly.

Ivana
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This poetry is written by Yogesh Sharma
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