Permission Granted Poem by Varsha M
Permission Granted
I remember my good old day
When I begged to go out to play
And a slight nod on my mother's face
Brightened light on my face.
The pleasure to be myself
Playing like a free bird
Fills my soul with pleasure.
Often a nod of yes
Opens doors of heaven
There is nothing as prescious
As satisfied subtle desire of heart.
A grant of permission
Works miracles beyond unision.
The pleasure to be myself/Playing like a free bird/Fills my soul with pleasure.......touching expression! A beautiful poem.....10++++
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