This world of both i know
my dreams, you dream.
They are gone off there into
one blue horizon.
Each heart beats,
and dreams of you, i can not say
my mind, so this world is my comfort
you by me.
Here by you and both are left sleeping
gone from my childhood,
strange how one is standing, all alone.
STRANGE HOW ONE IS STANDING, ALL ALONE Generation after generation the scenario of living dreaming and departing perhaps the same only ways are different.......But YOU standing all alone.....its the mystery, its the beauty thousands of painter, poet, singer.....every day, each moment, fractions of time tries to penetrate, to excavate a new passion of illustrating the undevided oneness of eternal life. Strange...strange feeling like the poet again as a reader reciting loudly....how one is standing, all alone! ! ! ! ! Simply the expression is marvelous. Live long....long...... Regards, 10+ pranab
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Here, in this rhyme cries your poetic moods, and I like it so IIP... 10..... Ts.