Hold it no more
But explore
How best you can hide!
And really confide
Speak to self daily
And preserve it really
That is only way
You keep your way
Nothing shall return
But add only concern
That shall make you sad
Only to be read
It is your treasure
So assure
It is made known
Only to you and not to be flown
Live with memory
And feel no sorry
Everybody is not so lucky
As it is shaped by destiny
Kuchibhotla Sarada So nice.. Thank you Hasmukh ji 3 mins · Unlike · 1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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