Still It Is A Poetry
Rating: ★5.0
No beauty,
No serenity,
Sweet birds never sing,
Beautiful flowers never bloom,
The sun and the moon never shine,
Still it is a poetry and a great poetry,
They believe so and read it attentively,
The dark shadow laughs at them
From the mysterious realm,
They remain indifferent.
No serenity,
Sweet birds never sing,
Beautiful flowers never bloom,
The sun and the moon never shine,
Still it is a poetry and a great poetry,
They believe so and read it attentively,
The dark shadow laughs at them
From the mysterious realm,
They remain indifferent.
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Varsha M
09 March 2021
Yes still this is poetry cooing your voice beautiful one
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