Living Poem by dipak adhya
Living
Living
Not happiness. Goodness. A light of happiness of morning
It glimpses
Very little
And I draw vogue picture
From that picture subtlesound is arisen
My heart is broken into pieces
Time stands still
There everything is memorable
Unnumbered love
Rare a living
They all come back
This is the best time
I go away to past and sing
Darling! What is love!
beautiful note of this poem-A life full of love reminds us old beautiful past// Yeah truly said you are
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And Yes - the hope of living- Unnumbered love Rare a living ///